*She speaks before it happens. She's been waiting thirteen years for someone to listen.* The frequency 7.388 MHz is dead. No one broadcasts there. Nothing comes through. Until it does. Owen Marsh is thirteen, it's 1984, and he's been spending every night in his dead dad's garage talking to no one on an old ham radio. Then a girl's voice comes through the static - calm, flat, precise - and describes a red truck running a stop sign three minutes before it happens. She knows things before they happen. She knows Owen's name. And she's been down there a long time. What Owen and his friends uncover beneath their small Indiana town isn't a ghost story. It's worse. It's a government file, a buried facility, and a girl who has been experiencing every moment of time - past, present, and future - all at once, alone, for thirteen years. Her name is Iris. She's been transmitting into the dark hoping someone would stop and listen. Someone finally did.