The Verrick Theatre sits an hour past the last gas station, a black stone box with no sign out front. They gave Mara the lead after one phone call. The actress before her, Lenore, walked out mid-run, and nobody will say where she went. In her dressing room, taped to the mirror at eye level, is a single index card. The handwriting is Mara's own. It reads: "You will read this and not run. Good. We start at eight."

Mara peels the card off the mirror and flips it over. The back has more of her handwriting. "Check the costume rack. Lenore's old dress. Don't put it on." She turns. A dress hangs on the rack, deep red, exactly her size. A second card is pinned to the collar.

Mara reads the pinned card: "The dress remembers the last girl. If you wear it, you become the part, not the actress." She steps back from the rack. Behind her, the dressing room door clicks shut on its own. A new card waits on the mirror, the ink still wet: "Too late to leave clean. Pick: burn the dress, or wear it and learn what happened to Lenore."