Mildred is eighty years old and lives alone.
Her days are small and carefully ordered: tea in the morning, a plant on the windowsill, a stray cat that visits when it pleases, and routines that preserve the shape of a life grown quiet. Her children are far away. Her oldest friend calls once a week. By most measures, Mildred has been forgotten.
Then something begins to happen at night.
It is not violent. It is not threatening. If anything, it seems almost kind.
As the nights pass, Mildred finds herself drawn toward a presence she cannot explain, and toward a question she never expected to face.
The Radio at Three Thirteen is a quiet horror story about loneliness, mortality, and the unsettling comfort of being seen.