What if you woke up in the woods every morning not knowing how you got there or how to get home? For Raya, this isn’t a nightmare—it’s her reality. Her days are filled with caring for her bedridden husband Paul and coping with isolation, but her nights bring terrifying nightmares, each one worse than the last, while mysteriously transporting her to the depths of the forest. Exhausted and desperate, she reaches out to her best friend Amy, but the strange occurrences are difficult to explain without sounding insane. Trapped in an unrelenting cycle where the line between dream and reality becomes increasingly blurred, nothing she does can stop her life from unraveling. As the hauntings claw at her fraying sanity, she spirals into a horrifying revelation—one buried deep within the woods and even deeper within herself—that will shatter everything she thought she knew about her life and the darkness consuming it.
What if you woke up in the woods every day not knowing how you got there or how to get home? Raya is trapped in this cycle and nothing she does will stop it. Perhaps it is the stress of taking care of her bedridden husband, or the feelings of isolation living in their cabin in the mountains far away from her old life in the city, or perhaps it’s something more sinister. Her days are filled with caregiving routines and loneliness. She dreads falling asleep as her dreams feel like dark premonitions, and with each night, the division between dream and reality become more blurred. On the third day, when she awakens in the woods, she finds a shovel at her feet. On the fourth day, she wakes up in a shallow grave. That night, images of her husband creep in like an unnatural force trying to kill her. As she wakes up in the woods again and again, the graves get deeper and closer to her house. She reaches out to her best friend, but how can Raya portray what she’s going through without it being dismissed as stress? Because without that explanation, she is clearly going mad. She is haunted by the women from her dreams. They appear in her home, taunting her. She knows she must be going insane, but she’s being drawn to these visions, trying to make sense of it all. Her sleep deprivation and paranoia spiral into an unraveling of everything she thought her life was about until one morning, she wakes up in the deepest grave in her own backyard. Everything becomes clear now, and she knows what she has to do.
What if you woke up in the woods every day not knowing how you got there or how to get home? Raya is trapped in this cycle and nothing she does will stop it. Her days are filled with caring for her bedridden husband and coping with being isolated. She dreads falling asleep as her dreams feel like dark premonitions, and with each night, the division between dream and reality become more blurred. On the third day, when she awakens in the woods, she finds a shovel at her feet. On the fourth day, she wakes up in a shallow grave. That night, images of her husband creep in like an unnatural force trying to kill her. As she wakes up in the woods again and again, the graves get deeper and closer to her house. She reaches out to her best friend, but how can Raya portray what she’s going through without it being dismissed as stress? Because without that explanation, she is clearly going mad. She is haunted by the women from her dreams. They appear in her home, taunting her. She knows she must be going insane, but she’s being drawn to these visions, trying to make sense of it all. Her sleep deprivation and paranoia spiral into an unraveling of everything she thought her life was about until one morning, she wakes up in the deepest grave in her own backyard. Everything becomes clear now, and she knows what she has to do.