Sally Harkley (Ellie Church) has recently lost a baby after a car accident and is at a career crossroads, having written two of three books in a planned trilogy. Her publisher wants to send her away to a cabin in the woods to get away from it all, but between her mental state and ruined marriage, it isn’t working. Then she meets her muse (Alyss Winkler) and things start to make sense, if by make sense you mean someone who will dance while you write and kill people for you.

Directed and written by Scott Schirmer (Found, Plank Face) and Brian K. Williams (Time to Kill), this film demonstrates that creation and destruction are closely intertwined. Sally blames her husband for much of her current situation and is sure he’s cheated on her; she’s less bothered when her demon lover jerks him off in the shower in what might be a fantasy or could be true. This is one of those films where a lot of what it’s about can be made up by you. Can the flow of menstrual blood be the flow of creativity? Can the loss of a cat — maybe not the movie for those who have recently lost an animal — help you process the death of an infant? Can lesbian scenes be in a horror film without feeling like exploitation and instead drive the narrative?

The answer to all of these questions is yes, and I’m surprised. I wasn’t expecting anything, and yet I came away with a film that has kept me thinking.