It starts with a date and ends with dread. For 19-year-old Jay, life is simple—college classes, hanging out with friends, occasional romance. But after a seemingly innocent sexual encounter with a guy named Hugh, her world spirals into terror. He reveals a chilling truth: he passed something onto her. A curse. A shape-shifting entity that only its target can see. It walks—slowly, silently, endlessly—toward her. If it touches her, she dies. The only way to delay the inevitable is to pass it on again. Now, Jay is being followed… and no one else can help her unless they believe.
The rules are simple. It can look like anyone—a stranger, a friend, a loved one. It never runs, but it never stops. Jay begins to see it everywhere: a woman with rotted teeth standing half-naked in her kitchen, a tall man in the darkness, a child with blank eyes. Her friends think she’s losing her mind, but soon, they too begin to glimpse the terrible truth. Together, they flee through abandoned houses, empty beaches, and forgotten suburbs, trying to stay ahead of the relentless horror that walks just out of reach. Every door must be locked. Every figure on the street could be it.
What makes this curse more terrifying is its intimacy—passed through sex, spread through desperation. It’s a haunting metaphor for guilt, trauma, and fear of intimacy, cloaked in supernatural dread. Jay’s trust in her own body and her relationships begins to crack. She contemplates the ethics of passing it on to strangers. Her friends, torn between helping and fearing her, risk everything to trap and destroy the entity, even though no one knows if it can truly be killed. As Jay spirals deeper into paranoia, she questions whether escape is even possible—or if she’s simply delaying the horror one step at a time.
In the climax, Jay and her closest allies devise a final stand at an abandoned pool, hoping to electrocute the entity. But things go wrong—its presence becomes more powerful, more personal. Blood spills, trust shatters, but somehow, Jay survives… for now. In the final shot, she walks hand-in-hand with a friend down a quiet street—yet someone is following behind them at a distance. Silent. Walking. It Follows is not just a horror film. It is an experience of unease that burrows into your mind. A modern myth about the dangers we inherit and the fears we carry—about how death doesn’t always run, but it always catches up eventually.
