You meet Scarlett Johansson under unusual circumstances. Not on a film set, not at an event, but in the quiet shadows of a historic town where you’ve recently moved. You’re running from something—your past, your memories, maybe even yourself. The old house you rent is supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, the nights echo with footsteps, whispers, and cold spots that make your heart race.

Then Scarlett arrives. Not as the actress everyone knows, but as someone very different—someone who can see the dead. She explains calmly, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, that your house isn’t just haunted…it’s tethered to you.

Scarlett senses the spirits aren’t random. They’re connected to your past—tragedies you’ve buried, guilt you’ve carried, voices you’ve refused to hear. She insists she can guide you, but warns that it won’t be easy. Spirits linger for reasons, and those reasons might cut deeper than you’re ready to face.

Together, you begin the journey. Each night, she coaxes the ghosts to reveal themselves. Sometimes they’re terrifying—shadows that lash out, whispers that accuse. Sometimes they’re sorrowful—familiar faces you never thought you’d see again. Scarlett never falters; her calm presence is a shield, her steady voice keeping you from drowning in fear.

But as the hauntings intensify, you realize the spirits aren’t just after closure. They want you to remember. And Scarlett, despite her gift, has her own scars—spirits from her life that cling to her, secrets she doesn’t share. Slowly, guiding you through your haunted past forces her to confront her own.