S1E47 - The Compass at the Wainwright House, January 1996

In January 1996, my cousin Beth took a temp job organizing the estate of a reclusive collector on the outskirts of a small town called Merton. The house was a Victorian that had been locked up tight for years, and the job was simple — catalog books, sort papers, make piles for donation or auction. But in the study, behind a false panel in the wall, she found a room that wasn't on any floor plan. Inside: a desk, a single lamp, and a compass. Not the kind that points north. This one had a single needle that never stopped turning, an...