Victor Ruiz drove until the lights of Evergreen Hollow disappeared in his rear-view mirror.

He took the old logging road that wound up into the mountains, tires crunching over fresh powder, headlights carving tunnels through the dark. The engine’s low growl was the only sound for twenty miles. At 2:17 a.m. he pulled into the deserted parking lot of the abandoned Evergreen Lumber Mill—an iron skeleton of rusted beams and broken windows that locals said was haunted. Victor didn’t believe ...