Douglas Sirk by way of George A. Romero with a little Andy Cohen sprinkled on top.
Charmaine Starling is an Upper East Side housewife whose life is in crisis. She and her husband are in the middle of a messy divorce. He's dragging his feet on a settlement, and his mother, who controls the family purse strings, is pushing back on their prenup. If that wasn't bad enough, Charmaine's just read that her husband, Darren, is holed up in a suite at The Carlyle with his mistress, whom Page Six is calling "The New Mrs. Starling," and they've published pictures of the happy couple together, and she has a pink diamond on her ring finger. GASP!
Oh, yeah, there's also something sinister afoot. The Upper East Side is a hotbed for paranormal activity. Secret societies and the occult abound. It seems like you can't go to a sit-down dinner without the host donning a black hood and opening the room to a ritual sacrifice. Now, something else is stirring in the shadows. It's quickly growing, gaining momentum, and taking over. A scourge. One that is spread by a bite or disease. People are getting sick, and bodies are missing from the morgue…
