One evening, as they sat in their dimly lit living room, sipping wine, the phone rang. A voice, distorted and eerie, whispered tales of unfinished business and justice. Heart pounding, Mark slammed the phone back into its cradle, dismissing it as a prank. But the calls persisted, each time more haunting, more personal, as if Laura herself were speaking from beyond the grave.

Desperate to put an end to the nightmare, Mark and Jessica decided to investigate. They revisited the secluded pier where Laura’s life had ended, hoping to lay their fears to rest. As they stood by the water’s edge, the moon cast a silvery glow on the waves, stirring memories they had long since tried to forget. Suddenly, an old fisherman approached them, his eyes wise and knowing.