Is full disclosure imminent? Orbs hover, files may open, a general is missing this month—and in the quiet spaces between, resonance hums.

In the attic of the old Haverford House, Clara found a tattered veil, its lace shimmering with an unnatural green glow, like the static of her grandfather’s vintage radio.

W hile in the cozy living room of the Thompson household, the Christmas tree glowed with twinkling lights, casting a warm ambiance over the festive decorations. Eric, twelve, and Kim, ten, sprawled on the couch, munching popcorn as the TV blared a horror movie they’d snuck past their parents’ usual restrictions. It was Christmas Eve, and the siblings had begged to stay up late, arguing that the holiday spirit deserved a little thrill.  Their parents, exhausted from wrapping gifts, had...