Genoa City, brace yourselves. As the crisp autumn air descends upon Newman Enterprises, a chill far colder than the approaching winter is seeping into the very foundations of the city’s most powerful family. While Victor Newman, ever the titan, continues his relentless corporate war against Jill Abbott and Cane Ashby, a shadow from the past — or perhaps, a reflection from another realm — is poised to shatter the Newmans’ carefully constructed reality. Next week, from October 13th to 17th, 2025, The Young and the Restless plunges into a chilling saga where family ties are tested by inexplicable terror, sanity hangs by a thread, and a beloved Newman finds herself behind bars.

The unsettling whispers began subtly in Sharon Newman’s tranquil home. For weeks, a creeping sense of being watched, the faint, disquieting scent of burning roses at night, and reflections in mirrors that seemed to move just a beat too late, had gnawed at her peace. Sharon, no stranger to psychological torment, initially dismissed it as stress, a cruel byproduct of bearing the Newman name. But when calls with no one on the other end gave way to echoes of her own voice, the dread became a palpable entity. Nick Newman, ever observant, saw the toll it took: sleepless nights, cold sweats, and fragmented mutterings of names Sharon couldn’t recall. When he confronted her, her chilling admission – “It’s happening again” – sent shivers down his spine, a heavy acknowledgment of their shared, painful history.

Meanwhile, a new form of terror had already taken root in the sun-drenched facade of Los Angeles. Their son, Noah, a restless spirit who sought reinvention after years of heartbreak and artistic pursuit, had moved west to start anew. But his phone calls had grown erratic. He spoke of strange noises in his studio, of inexplicable gaps in his memory, of waking up miles from where he’d fallen asleep. Sharon’s nightmares began to mirror Noah’s experiences – the same street names, the same fragments of disembodied sound. Nick, initially skeptical, felt the same icy tendrils of fear tightening around him. An invisible force was pulling them both toward the glittering, deceptive allure of Los Angeles.

The opportunity arrived disguised as business. Newman Media received an invitation to cover the grand reopening of The Beall Room, a legendary Hollywood club now under the enigmatic ownership of Sienna Beall. Nick, ever the pragmatist, saw it as a dual mission: maintain appearances while covertly investigating Noah’s increasingly disturbing troubles. Sienna Beall, played by the highly anticipated newcomer Tamara Braun in her October 14th debut, was a figure whispered about in entertainment circles – a visionary with a shadowed past. Elegant, intelligent, and undeniably dangerous, Sienna’s smile hinted at depths of knowledge far beyond what she revealed.

As Sharon and Nick stepped beneath the golden lights of Los Angeles, Sienna’s charm quickly began to feel less like an invitation and more like a warning. The club itself was a masterpiece of vintage Hollywood glamour and modern excess, yet beneath the surface, Sharon felt an almost biological hum, a sense that the building was alive, pulsing, watching. In the main lounge, a faint static filled her ears, and her reflection in a mirrored wall flickered – just once, but enough to freeze her blood. Sienna noticed, her voice a soft, conspiratorial whisper: “You felt it, too?” That single question confirmed Sharon’s deepest fear: this wasn’t stress; it was something shared, something that existed in the terrifying liminal spaces between light and shadow.

While Sharon grappled with this burgeoning horror, Nick’s protective instincts took over. He pressed Sienna privately about Noah’s whereabouts. Her answers were evasive, her tone calm but charged with unspoken tension. “He’s been here,” she finally conceded, “but he’s not himself anymore.” Nick’s blood ran cold. He’d seen Noah struggle before, but Sienna’s words carried an unsettling emptiness, a chilling suggestion that his son had encountered something profoundly inhuman, something beyond explanation.

By Thursday, October 16th, the tension had reached its breaking point. Enter Matt Cohen as Detective Burrow, a hardened, intuitive investigator whose seemingly coincidental transfer from Genoa City to Los Angeles now felt ominously predetermined. Burrow arrived on the scene in the wake of a disappearance: Noah Newman’s. The only trace left behind were a series of unfinished paintings in his studio, each depicting the same unsettling figure – a woman in white beneath a flickering neon sign that read “The Beall Room.” The brushstrokes were frantic, desperate. And scrawled in Noah’s hand on the final canvas were the chilling words: “She’s coming for them.”

For Nick and Sharon, the horror became acutely personal. Their frantic search for Noah led them into the grimy underbelly of Los Angeles – abandoned hotels, dimly lit recording studios, and shadowy backroom deals tied to Newman Media’s illicit operations. The deeper they dug, the clearer it became: someone, or something, was manipulating the family from within. Burrow, initially skeptical of their increasingly outlandish claims, began to experience his own unexplained visions – fleeting glimpses of unfamiliar faces, whispers guiding him toward Sienna’s club. As the detective meticulously pieced together Noah’s last known movements, a terrifying suspicion solidified: Sienna Beall wasn’t merely a club owner; she was the gatekeeper to something far darker, an ancient legacy feeding off the Newman bloodline for generations.

Back in Genoa City, Victor Newman, impervious as ever, dismissed the disquieting reports from Los Angeles as mere distractions. Corporate empires, not ghosts, were his concern. But Victoria Newman, ever perceptive, began to sense a chilling resonance between her family’s growing unrest and the strange events surrounding Sienna Beall. Her business trip to Los Angeles, ostensibly for expansion talks, was anything but routine. What she discovered in Sienna’s private office late one night left her profoundly shaken: photographs of Newman family members dating back generations, each marked with strange symbols and dates. Sienna claimed it was “art,” but Victoria felt something ancient in those images, something that looked disturbingly like prophecy.

And then there was Claire Newman. Alone in her Los Angeles apartment, she began to feel it too – the same cold whispers that had once haunted Sharon, an inescapable sense of dread. Claire had desperately tried to distance herself from the suffocating family drama, to build a life defined by independence rather than legacy. But when she started receiving letters written in Noah’s unmistakable handwriting – letters dated days after his disappearance – she realized whatever had taken hold of him was now reaching for her. The final, stark letter simply read: “Don’t go near the mirrors.”

Claire’s unravelling accelerated. Days blurred into sleepless nights, marked by soft footsteps in empty hallways, whispers in the vents, and reflections that moved out of sync. A terrifying photo of herself, asleep, appeared on her phone – a photo she hadn’t taken. Noah was the only one she trusted, but he was gone. His last words echoed: “If you see her again, don’t look away.”

So when Kyle Abbott, ever impulsive, appeared at her door, Claire was beyond furious. He spoke of love, of reconciliation, of fate. But Claire, exhausted and terrified, saw only another attempt to control her. As Kyle pleaded, she saw it: a faint, unmistakable shadow behind him, reflected in the mirror over his shoulder. “Kyle,” she whispered, “Don’t turn around.” His confused laughter died as the lights flickered, and the reflection in the glass lingered, its eyes darker, its smile too wide, before vanishing. Kyle, pale and shaken, could only stare into the empty space.

Hours later, Victoria arrived in Los Angeles, unaware of her daughter’s terrifying encounter. Her first stop was Claire’s hotel, only to be told Claire had checked out an hour earlier, no forwarding address. Victoria’s gut clenched. She called Nick, her voice trembling, “Something’s wrong. I can feel it.” Nick, convinced by his own experiences, didn’t argue. Sharon, reeling from her own supernatural ordeal, insisted they regroup at The Beall Room, the dark nexus where all the threads seemed to converge.

As Friday night descended, everything culminated at The Beall Room. The lights flickered, guests laughed nervously, and Sienna Beall raised a glass, either oblivious or chillingly aware that she stood at the epicenter of something supernatural. Sharon felt it first: a sudden drop in temperature, the faint echo of Noah’s voice, and her reflection in the mirror moving when she hadn’t. Nick grabbed her arm, but she was transfixed. In the reflection, she saw Noah – pale, terrified, reaching out from somewhere she couldn’t touch. Then, he was gone.

Detective Burrow burst through the crowd moments later, a file clutched in his hand. A police report linking Sienna Beall to a string of mysterious disappearances in Los Angeles over the last decade. Each case shared the same final clues: a broken mirror and the unmistakable smell of burnt roses. Sharon gasped. The scent in Genoa City wasn’t a hallucination; it was a warning. As the crowd dispersed and the lights dimmed, Sienna vanished into the night, leaving only questions behind. Burrow vowed to find her, muttering to Nick, “This isn’t a crime in the ordinary sense. This is something else. Something that started long before any of us got here.”

Miles away, in Noah’s abandoned studio, Victoria found Claire. Surrounded by her son’s haunting paintings – distorted Newman faces trapped behind glass – Claire was a ghost herself. “Mom,” she whispered, her voice fractured, “They’re trying to come through.” The revelation struck Victoria like a physical blow. This wasn’t just psychological; it was generational. The Newman power, the legacy, the secrets – all had drawn something dark to their bloodline, something ancient that yearned for release.

As the clock struck midnight, the true horror of the week was yet to unfold. While the Newmans grappled with the invisible entity, the visible consequences of its actions, or Claire’s desperate fight against it, were about to land her in a world she never imagined. In her terror, perhaps fueled by a desperate attempt to destroy the source of the reflections, or to combat the entities she believed were “trying to come through,” Claire had lashed out. She was found amidst the shattered remnants of mirrors in Noah’s studio, covered in cuts, the air heavy with the scent of burnt roses, a scene of disarray suggesting a violent struggle against an unseen foe. Detective Burrow, piecing together the events, the disappearances, and the highly unusual behavior, found himself with no choice.

And so, in a shocking development that will leave audiences reeling, for crimes unknown – whether a desperate act of self-preservation, a violent outburst under supernatural influence, or being framed by the very entity preying on her family – Claire Newman is arrested. She is taken into custody, her face etched with a mixture of terror and despair, the weight of the Newman curse finally dragging one of its own into a prison cell.

But the nightmare is far from over. CBS teases another shock: the upcoming arrival of Roger Howorth in a mysterious role tied to Victoria Newman. Rumors swirl: could he be the new Tucker McCall, or perhaps someone even darker, connected to the strange legacy haunting the Newmans? One thing is certain: the week ahead will change everything. Victor’s corporate war pales in comparison to the ancient, patient, and hungry entity now fighting for the Newman family’s very souls. As Sharon stares into a Los Angeles hotel room mirror, seeing her own reflection smile when she doesn’t, the horrifying truth becomes clear. This isn’t about business. This is about survival. And for Claire, it’s about a freedom that has already been tragically lost.