This Wednesday on The Dark Line—

An attic holds a memory that won’t stop rocking.

A talking doll finds its way home—again and again.

And a boy knocks on the door of a house no one had moved into… only to find someone already inside.

In each call, something returns.

Not as a memory. Not as a dream.

But as a presence that won’t stay gone.

Three voices from the edge—each one echoing back from places we thought we’d left behind.

The veil is thinning.

Will you be ready to cross… The Dark Line?