The Lost Script

Memory's dreams were filled with visions of places she'd never seen, of people she'd never met. The strange incidents haunted her, stealing her sleep and leaving her weary and on edge. The lack of sleep, coupled with mounting stress, began to chip away at her sanity. Voices, barely audible whispers, began to weave their way into her consciousness. Terror gripped her heart. Was she losing her mind? Desperately seeking solace, she confided in her childhood friend, only to discover that she, too, was plagued by the same unsettling phenomenon. With a desperate resolve, Memory decided to confront her fears head on. Guided by the voices, she found herself drawn to the old attic, a dusty, forgotten space in their old house. Her hand trembled as she pushed open the rusted door, revealing a world that was both utterly foreign and strangely familiar.