My grandpa was a very frugal man.

An object recovered in 1973. It’s been silent for decades. But yesterday… we picked up a signal. From his house.”

I step back. “Wait—are you saying this thing is active again?”

He meets my eyes. “And it wants you.”

I should leave. I should walk out of here and call someone, anyone. But a strange compulsion grips me, something old and deep and maybe not continue reading …