Sela Kailani stood motionless at the threshold, her gaze fixed on the ascending stairs. She wasn't waiting for it, exactly—she was allowing it to find her. Generations of laughter and music had soaked into these walls, coalescing into a faint echo she’d been tracking for weeks. It wasn't malevolent; merely adrift, yearning for connection. Tonight, on Halloween, the veil thinned enough for her to draw it closer. She needed its resonance—the collective joy of countless celebrations—to complete her charm. The missing wall framed the twilight sky, a silent stage as she prepared to welcome the spectral guest, not with fear, but with open arms and a quiet invitation.