She was a small-town girl; the kind that lived in the same place forever. And I was the exact same -- just a guy. But we didn't start talking till the day after she got shot. I always noticed her; but she never noticed me. She was a good girl. Didn't disobey anybody, didn't do anything dangerous, nothing like that. But I think she got sick of that life. I talked to her once, and only once. And now I'm traveling across the country to find her. She said she wouldn't run. But even good girls lie.

Four girls --- one guy. Each devastatingly in love, and each with a diary to write their thoughts in. Diaries that I have right here. Want to read them? Don't worry. Secrets are always spoken.

Callie is stressed, depressed, and undead-obsessed. And now that her mother is moving her to New Orleans to live with her new stepdad, she couldn't be happier. I mean, what could be a better place to try and stir up some spirits? Right away, she meets the most superstitious girl you could ever find. Gwen tells her every ghost story she's ever heard, including the one that haunts their very own apartment building. Now Callie's REALLY excited. Talking to the dead has always come easily for Callie. She's never really gotten an actual reply, but she can feel them around her. But for some reason, trying it in her closet-of-a-room in New Orleans, she gets nothing. It's like there's a... wall. Still, strange things start happening. She's getting messages on her walls, things aren't where she put them, the lights flicker, and she's warned that if she doesn't leave, someone will be killed. And then someone is. Maybe the dead would rather be left alone in New Orleans. But remember... There's always a way to murder.