Is it a simple case of withdrawal, or something more ominous?
George, hopelessly in love, has his heart broken by a fiery redhead named Ginge. As he stumbles home, fueled with grief, the familiar pathway turns into a nightmare. What appear to be figments of George's imagination, develop into haunting hallucinations by seductive females of the ginger persuasion. One after the other, they come at him from every angle. There is no escaping their zombie like presence. Is it a simple case of withdrawal, or something more ominous?
