“Dick Laurent is dead…” This mysterious message is transmitted over the house intercom of Fred Madison, an avant-garde saxophonist living in Los Angeles. The next day, his wife, Renee, finds a manilla envelope on the stoop that contains a VHS tape. The two sit and watch it only to discover that the video footage is of their house. Another tape arrives soon thereafter, this time showing a more intrusive view of the couple in bed asleep — a POV that could only be obtained by someone standing in their bedroom. To make matters worse, Fred has been having a dream wherein his wife is attacked by creepy assailant.