Jude is terrified. She lives in a constant state of fear of being home alone. She is so afraid that it is starting to affect her marriage. To overcome her fear she decides to spend a perilous two days alone in her apartment while her husband is at work. Her mind plays endless tricks on her from phantom sneezes to the television turning itself on. But is it all her imagination? Or is there really something to be afraid of? Something as close as her coat closet?