Fed up with her lazy, unruly neighbor, Mary Pritchard sprints across the street, determined to give Darryl a piece of her mind. She arrives to find he's been shot, the bullet piercing the center of his forehead. He's been executed, and that's not all. A mysterious woman is sprawled out on the floor in Darryl's hallway. She's dead too. Who is the woman? Why is she there? And why have they both been murdered?

Private Investigator Sloane Monroe is about to face the most challenging case of her life, and this time, it hits a little too close to home. In the dirty hallway of a local tavern, six-year-old Louie Alvarez plays with his race cars, waiting for his mother to take him home. A scream rips through the air. Louie freezes, then turns, staring at the room at the end of the hallway where the sound had come from.

Thirty-eight-year-old Rebecca Barlow drops her four-year-old son off at her parents' house, promising to return by five. Five comes and goes. Then six. Then seven. Worried, Rebecca's parents try calling. She doesn't answer, and her friends haven't heard from her either. It seems no one has. As concern mounts, Rebecca's father drives to the lake house where she's been staying. Rebecca is nowhere in sight. The following morning brings a grisly discovery when Rebecca's body is found floating in the lake.

When Addison Lockhart inherits Grayson Manor after her mother's untimely death, she unlocks a secret that's been kept hidden for over 50 years. For Addison, it seems like she's finally found the house of her dreams...until the spirit of Roxanne "Roxy" Rafferty comes to call. Who is Roxanne, why is she haunting Grayson Manor, and how will Addison's connection reveal a key to her own past that she thought no longer existed?

When the body of a woman is found hanging from a tree in her front garden, rookie Detective Morgan Brookes is first on the scene. But Olivia Potter is past saving. And when her husband and daughters cannot be traced, Morgan knows there is more to this tragedy. And then she finds them. Lying huddled together in the dark basement, each of their faces covered with a small cotton cloth, their bodies cold to the touch. But as Morgan kneels beside the family, she realizes that one of the girls is still breathing.