Alfie is at his wit’s end. After months of waking up to his twin daughters claiming there’s a man in their room, they suddenly claim that this “man” is their new best friend. A friend that takes them on adventures. They fly to the moon on his back. They explore the plumbing with him when he’s a fish. They snuggle in bed with him when he’s a bear. But try as he might, Alfie can’t play along with the invisible friend. He tries. He tries his best. Because he knows that this is a coping mechanism to recover from their mother’s sudden death in the basement. When Alfie’s patience runs short, he calls his sister-in-law, a therapist, for help. She talks to the girls and claims it’s a natural outlet for their grief until they say something that’s eerily familiar. Something that makes her think she has more of a hand in what is happening. When the history of the house and her family’s religious affiliation comes back into play, she begins to worry that the man her nieces are setting a place at the table for might not just be in their heads.

Faith didn’t want it to come, but it did. Just as she dreamt it the night before. The frozen lake swallows her brother, sucked under when the ice breaks. His cold body pulled out moments later, but it was too late. When word gets out that she saw it all happen, Faith is viewed as a pariah. She and her mom are removed from the family’s travel circus. They can’t take a chance. The last time someone had the sight, people died. It’s a curse. A plague. And everyone who joins the circus has to promise that nothing of this charlatan nature will ever be done. Years later, Faith has returned. She performs every night, that fateful day a thing of the past. And it will stay that way if she keeps her eye patch on. But when one of the other circus performers collapses during a performance, Faith tries to ease her friend’s pain by telling her that her father won’t die that night. Word gets out what she’s done, and soon Faith is shunned again, forced to provide for her ailing mother. Desperate, nothing stops her from using her gift again for money. Each time takes its toll, begging her to question where the gift is from and why she is suddenly seeing herself in the visions.

Three mutilated bodies have been found in the woods. One, a perfectly clean skeleton. Another missing its eyes and tongue. And the third one with his rib cage perfectly cracked open. No one can figure out what happened. Seven months earlier,  Clay might have just found it, the thing that will let him complete his dissertation — an untouched cliff face in the Kentucky wilderness. Now, he just has to hike in and document this discovery. Enlisting the help of his friends, the four of them set out one March day. Dylan can’t believe her luck either. After getting a brand deal with Pretzel, Clay invited her to be a part of his discovery giving her a chance to stake her claim in the climbing world. She can ascend a new route. Claim it as her own. Even name it. And Pretzel is even sponsoring the trip. All she needs to do is document it for her fans. At first, everything is going well. The research is practically writing itself and Dylan’s body responds perfectly to the climbing. But disaster strikes when their dog goes missing. And then Dylan catches an unlucky break and falls. And then they can’t find their way out even with the GPS. And then Dylan’s boyfriend starts to see things. And why has their food been ripped apart?

What would you do if your car died and a woman yelled at you to run? That’s exactly the position Mina is in. Tasked on delivering a bird for a friend, her car dies out on the road, trees on both sides and her phone won’t work. She sets out to find help only to find a woman yelling at her to run. As the light in the forest dims, she runs into a concrete building and is ushered through another door before the lady locks it quickly. What Mina finds inside are two other people and a wall of glass. A single light hangs above them. And then the screams come. Horrible sounds make Mina want to curl in a corner and hide. She can’t see anything through the glass except her reflection, while on the other side, the monsters watch them.

With her dad in his 80s and her grandmother gone, Mouse has been tasked with clearing out her grandmother’s old house. A house she hasn’t lived in since being put in a nursing home. Mouse isn’t ready for the mess that greats her. Turns out, her grandmother was a hoarder. As the long days of cleaning stretch on, Mouse stumbles on an old journal. The stories are weird. The writer keeps referencing seeing things in the woods. How he “twisted himself like the twisted ones.” It all feels like a farce until Mouse begins to hear noises at night. Her dog barks at the window. And she stumbles on a gruesome dead dear in the woods. But things take a turn when her dog leads her up a hill full of weird stones that shouldn’t be there. Stumbling back to reality, Mouse tries to ignore the creatures making nightly visits until she receives a message begging for help.

With her archeology dig closed due to finding human remains, Sam has been forced to live with her mom until things get sorted. But the house she’s returned to is not the one from her childhood. The walls are an ecru color. The picture over the mantelpiece is borderline racist (something her grandmother used to have hanging). And there’s a vulture always watching their house. None of that gives her the chills like finding out there are no insects in the backyard. Something only an entomologist like herself might be able to notice. Looking into her great-grandfather’s past digs up old letters referring to made children and his sorcerer’s ways. The weirdness continues from a swarm of ladybugs to sleep paralysis. Sam wants to explain things away until she can’t rationalize anything else that’s happening, forcing her to question her heritage, sanity, and ability to keep her and her mother safe.