Julie and Tim have a special father daughter moment after something terrifies her. He tells her to look at him. She does. He looks into her eyes and makes her a promise to always keep her safe. Two days later her father is killed. Julie is at work when she receives a call from a creepy stranger. He says he enjoyed killing her father and that her mother is next. Frantic, she dials her mothers number, but there’s no answer. She leaves work and goes directly to her house and finds her mom. Dead. It’s been a month since her mother died, and she’s told the police and anyone else who will listen about the call, but even though they aren’t saying it, they all act like she’s making it up. Or creating it to cope with the loss. Since they couldn’t find any record of the call, it made sense. She’s beginning to doubt it herself. The detective said she should change her number, but she couldn’t. What if he called back? She had to know why. Then it happens. A call comes in while she’s waiting in line at a fast food drive-thru. An unidentified caller. It’s him, “Remember me, little Julie?” She just listens, too stunned to talk. Or even think. “It’s your turn.” Click. Julie thinks of her father and then her mother, a tear drops from her cheek. Twenty miles away, at the Maplewood Family Cemetery, a drop of moisture lands atop a lone headstone, awakening Tim from the grave.
He climbs out of the ground, confused, arms trembling. He looks around, then his eyes fix on something in the distance and he runs to it. He grabs the side mirror and tears it off the vehicle and looks at his face. He smiles. “Daddy’s home.” Looking out into the night he lifts his head as if sniffing the air, then takes off, running. Staying in the shadows. The lady in the car is too stunned to scream. Hot moisture spreads through her jeans. Julie is pulling herself together, she has to think. Get her mind clear. The one thing she knows for sure is that this psychopath killed her mother right after he called. So she had like no time to fuck around if she wants to live. And she does. So she does the first thing she can think of. She calls the detective she’d talked to. She’d kept his card in her purse, and had looked at it many times, wanting to call, to convince him to find this fucker. But that’s when they all thought she was crazy. Actually, that’s when she gave a shit what they thought. She dials the number. After making the call she meets the Detective Johnson at a local restaurant. He has her phone traced. Nothing. If nothing else, he believes that she believes. But he can’t build a case with that. And he’s already been dressed down for bringing this up to his captain. There’s absolutely no evidence. Just some girl who’s having a tough time dealing with the tragic loss of her parents. Plus, their deaths, as far as they knew, were accidental. Outside the restaurant Johnson is consoling Julie as he walks her to her car, saying he’s sorry they can’t help, blah blah blah. Just then a car comes out of nowhere at high speed. Johnson reacts, pushing Julie out of the way, but his legs are crushed between the cars. Julie calls 911 and stays with Johnson until an ambulance and police arrive. After giving a full report to the officer on the scene she heads home, completely lost on what to do. That car was meant for her. After stealing some clothes, Tim is just arriving at the restaurant, wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses, when he sees a man dive out of a car while it’s still moving. He rolls like he’s done it a thousand times, then jumps up in time to see the detective smashed between cars. If Tim had a heart, it would have skipped a beat right then. He’d almost let his daughter down. Tim follows the murderer. He can smell him, sense him, feel his hate. This was the man who killed him and his ex-wife. He knows that for sure, but there’s something else there. He knows this man from a long, long time ago. But where? When? Julie is completely distraught, she’s not sure what to do. Then her phone rings. But this time it’s not the killer. It’s her father.
Tim convinces his daughter it’s him then tells her his plan. He waits in the shadows outside the murderers apartment building. Julie can’t believe it. Her father. His plan is nuts but she goes and picks up what he asked for then parks on the street and waits as instructed. Martin Brown finished bandaging his arm. He was disappointed that the girl was still alive, but loved watching that detective get smashed. Icing on the cake. Soon his vengeance will be complete and Timothy Carter will have paid for his negligence all those years ago. Martin spots Julie outside his apartment. Parked and sitting in her car. It was time to end this. He goes to her, but decides against a quick kill. He would have some fun. He smashes the window and goes to punch Julie in the face, but when she turns her head he sees a hideous monster dressed in a wig. But that face! He jerks back, but is caught by the creature’s hand and is pulled to the car face to face with the beast. “Hi Martin.” Tim brings Martin back to the cemetery and into the grave with him, to die slowly.