Ghost Hunting

At twenty, Norah Beckett awoke in a forsaken cabin, shrouded by an ancient, untouched forest. Every attempt to flee this secluded prison was thwarted by an invisible, malevolent force. Desperation and isolation gnawed at her sanity, as the air thickened with inexplicable phenomena. Shadows whispered secrets, and the walls seemed to breathe with a life of their own. Who could have imagined a ghost could be haunted? Who could have imagined she was the ghost?

She was ensnared in her own eternal solitude, condemned to wander the same rooms, reliving the same moments. The forest outside remained an impenetrable barrier, its silence mocking her every effort. Strange apparitions flickered at the edge of her vision, and the cabin's eerie stillness was punctuated by distant, mournful cries. Norah's existence became a relentless cycle of dread and despair, as she grappled with the horrifying realization of her spectral nature.

She was trapped in a purgatory of her own making, forever bound to the haunting echoes of her past.