My sister called me at midnight and whispered, “Turn off every light. Go to the attic. Don’t tell your husband.” I thought she was unraveling — until I peered through the floorboards….

“Listen carefully. Turn everything off. Lights, phone—everything. Go to the attic. Lock the door. Don’t tell Caleb.”

A chill spread through me. “What?”

“Now, Elise.”

I glanced at my husband’s steady breathing.

“You’re scaring me,” I whispered.

Her voice snapped. “Just do it!”

I moved before I could think.

Switching off lights one by one, I crept toward the continue reading …