While inspecting an abandoned deck on Halloween night, Spock detected a repeating distress signal: a whispering voice calling for help. Ghostly figures emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like broken holograms.
Spock analyzed calmly. “Temporal echoes, not ghosts.”
He recalibrated his tricorder, releasing the trapped crew from their time-loop prison. The figures vanished with quiet gratitude.
Alone again, Spock raised an eyebrow.
“Haunted is a subjective term,” he said, and continued down the dark corridor.