The spirit was aware of nothing. Any semblance of life had long since passed away, leaving behind an empty husk without purpose. There were no thoughts, no memories.
There was, however, a strange tugging sensation. Like an invisible thread pulling them forward, they began drifting towards the source of the feeling. A woman stood in the middle of a chalk circle, surrounded by candles and pretty stones. She was speaking in a language the spirit didn't understand, yet somehow she knew that it was these words that had called her here.
The only problem was, she was stuck. When she tried to pass into the world of the living, it was as if an invisible barrier was stopping her.