Ghost Bureau

I dare not presume to be an angel, nor do I wish to fall into hell. I am bound by some force between two doors, caught in a vortex of fear amid a world full of the unknown.

Everyone else went there. Guided by a force that seemed to come from them, I kept searching through one dark night after another.

The person killed by their roommate, the one searching for a black cat, the one killed by love, the one who died for money, and those who kept crawling out of the abyss. I have been searching all along, looking for the cause of their deaths seven days ago, and reliving these unknown selves over and over...