Jo had never considered voicemail to be a supernatural hazard until she found the dusty answering machine buried in Harmony Café’s old storage closet.

It was ancient like the kind that beeped and whirred like it held the secrets of the undead.

Curious, Jo pressed play.

A crackling voice emerged. “If you’re hearing this…it means the Hollow Moon’s shadow has fallen twice…Beware the tea that steeps in silence…”

Static buzzed. Then a high-pitched, otherworldly, and definitely not human laughter.

The café’s lights flickered and Mira dropped her enchanted teapot.

Straightening his centuries old collar with a gulp, Sev watched as Clorvex’s fur bristled like static on a wool sweater.

The message repeated on an endless loop and strange things started happening. Cups floated mid air pouring themselves, a forgotten melody hummed from the back room, and Jo’s mop twitched like it wanted to dance.

Determined to uncover the source, the gang traced the voicemail to an old telegraph ghost named Polly, who had been trying to warn Cedar Grove for over a hundred years.

Polly was a sassy spirit with a flair for dramatic entrances and a habit of making everything sound like a mystery thriller.

With her help, Jo and friends learned that an ancient curse tied to the Silent Steep tea blend might be stirring back to life. One that could silence the whole town. Literally.

Jo sighed, gripping her mug. “Why is it always the tea?”

Polly winked. “Because tea’s got secrets. Like you.”