"Miss. Angell, Miss. Angell, rise and shake the earth from your bones" a strange voice called to her in the darkness in which she floated.

"Who are you and what do you mean?" Faith cried out. She received no answer. A strange light began to burn in the distance. As it grew brighter, a force tried to draw her into the light. She fought and fought but to no avail. The light became blinding as the force over powered her and forced her into the light.

A gasp came from the corpse of Faith Angell, breaking the stitches that held her mouth shut. Her eyes snapped open trying frantically to see anything in the darkness that surrounded her.

Pain coursed through her veins like liquid fire. Her body began to convulse as she tried to scream. No sound came but a small puff of ashes left her collapsed lungs.

"Ms. Angel, Ms. Angell, rise up out of your grave." the strange voice cried out again.

Faith's arms began to push against something made of wood covered by a rotting material. Without any thoughts, she pushed against the wood to free herself.

Faith's efforts were soon rewarded when fresh air and water flowed into her coffin. She slowly pulled herself out of it as her pain began to lessen. She laid on the soft ground not focusing on anything. The rain pelted her face as she laid there not knowing anything of her past or who she was.

"Ms. Angel get up now!" again came the monotone voice.

Faith's limbs moved to their own accord and slowly she was standing on her feet. Her eyes searched around her surroundings. Nothing stirred any recognition within her, not even her own tombstone. A crow sat upon Faith's tombstone, its eyes watched her with a strange intelligence as if it contained vast knowledge. With a flutter of its wings, the crow soared out of the cemetery.

Faith couldn't control the urge to follow the bird. She took off at a toddler's pace after it not sure where she was going. Her legs began to gain strength and soon she was running after the crow. It leads her through several alleys and streets. They finally stopped in front of an abandoned sixth-story apartment building. The bird landed on a ladder rung close to the back entrance. It motioned to climb. Faith slowly made the climb to the top. She slipped a few times but she still managed to hang on until she got to the top. Faith pulled herself up and over the ledge and landed on the roof. Her feet sunk into the muck that covered the ground. Nevertheless, the decay wouldn't stop her slow steps to the roof top door. The door collapsed with one gentle push due to the extreme amounts of erosion.

The stairway leading down into the building was a horrible site. Discarded items, dead leaves, and living animals along with rotting corpses were the only company belonging to it.

A putrid scent clung to the walls, a stench so powerful that the rats could stand it. Yet, Faith breathed it in like a sweet perfume. Faith's bare feet silently padded their way down the stairs. At the sixth story landing, the scene changed a little giving way to boarded-up windows and doors. The hallway was pitch black except for a small ray of light coming from a cracked-open door.

As Faith neared the door, she could make out a faded line of police tape draped across the frame to discourage curious individuals. Past it, she caught a glimpse of a shattered home in the sliver of light.

A shiver took over control of Faith's body when she was in touching distance of the door. The source could not be identified unless it was hidden deep within her mind, untouched by her present state of sanity.

A caw from the crow caused her to push all abstract thoughts from her mind. With this motion, she pushed open the door receiving a creaking moan from the hinges.

A world of despair was heaved into Faith's vision when she entered the apartment. Abandoned pieces of furniture laid scattered among torn canvases, brushes, paints, papers, and other items. Puddles of water covered the floor in various places, highlighted by random rays of light that shone through holes in the roof. Faith began to explore the inner rooms in hopes of finding what drew the crow and herself to this forgotten place.