Every performance has an audience.Some audiences are deadly.Micah Fenwick thought he was coming to Welton Hollow for a simple job, repairing an ancient bell tower. What he found instead was a town frozen in an eerie stillness, where shadows linger too long and every glance feels like part of a scene already rehearsed.For decades, people have vanished here. Always on March 19th. Always at midnight. No bodies. No return. Hazel Archer'...