Audrey's daily life appears banal. Every day she leaves the little red brick cottage where she lives with her husband and son to go to the immense bakery at the hypermarket where she works, at the foot of the Hénin-Beaumont slag heap.
But she finds herself attracted by the world of the paranormal, and her nights and weekends are devoted to research, trying to detect the presences in the homes of people who call upon her or in the deserted mines with their black soil. Audrey needs something to happen in her life. She is following an intuition which takes her towards others, towards a memory she never knew existed. This everyday existence that sometimes seems welded to a too weighty reality thus starts to take on another hue.