Last Date (Nightmare Hall, #11)

High on a hillside overlooking Salem University, hidden in shadows and shrouded in silence, sits Nightingale Hall. Nightmare Hall, the students call it. Because that's where the terror began.

A night you'll never forget. Call me.

Demi does it on a dare. She places an ad in the personals column of the Salem Chronicle.

Lots of guys call. And the nights are everything she advertised.

Unforgettable.

Unforgettably frightening.

Because one by one, Demi's dates start having nasty little accidents.

Disappearing.

Even. . .dying.