From the author of the BookTok sensation Win Lose Kill Die , comes an explosive mystery about a teenager whose true-crime obsession hits a little too close to home when she begins receiving cryptic messages after moving into a new house. "Deliciously twisted fun!"—Karen M. McManus, #1 New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying When true-Crime obsessed Paige, along with her family, move across the Atlantic to her father's eerie hometown, it's not long before she uncovers the town's dark history—a string of unsolved murders and disappearances in the 90s. Soon after, notes start appearing at their home, about the secrets the old house is keeping. The clues lead Paige to a diary concealed in the walls that belonged to one of the missing girls. Could this be the key to solving a quarter-of-a-century mystery . . . or will the diary make Paige the next target? Praise for Signed Sealed Dead “Deliciously twisted fun. Cynthia Murphy is a thriller author to watch!” —Karen M. McManus, #1 New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying “An excellent choice for voracious teen thriller readers. Compellingly puzzling.” — Kirkus Reviews “The story hooks readers from the first chapter—they will find themselves drawn into the dark story of this small town.” — School Library Journal Cynthia Murphy is the author of Win Lose Kill Die, Last One to Die , and The Midnight Game . She has had a long-standing love affair with all things scary. Studying for a degree in Art History and Archaeology meant that she developed a thirst for anything old, beautiful and very often dead. She tries to combine this with contemporary settings in her writing to make unique and chilling modern stories. Cynthia is married to her best friend and they are ruled by a Romanian rescue dog called Loli. 1. The house looked like it had been abandoned decades ago. I pressed my forehead against the truck window as Dad maneuvered us onto the drive and flung open his door in excitement. “We’re home!” He yanked the back door so fast I almost took a dive onto our new front yard. “What do you think, Paige?” What did I think? I thought I was exhausted after a long journey and a transatlantic flight. My brain was at capacity right now. “It’s perfect, Jake,” Mum cooed, getting out of the car and walking around to join him. “I can’t believe it’s ours!” I slipped off my glasses and slowly put them away, rubbing my dry eyes. I knew I didn’t have my contacts in, but were they even looking at the same building as me? “It’s totally haunted,” I snorted, trying to joke. Truth was, the place was so run-­down I wouldn’t be surprised if a few ghosts were floating around in the rafters. I got out of the car, pushed my arms behind me, and stretched, a loud yawn escaping. “Oh, stop it.” Dad grinned, flashing those perfect all-­American teeth of his. “Come on, let’s go in. Sarah, do you still have the keys?” “Yep.” Mum handed him a brown envelope, and I watched my parents practically run up the path to the front door, giddy with excitement. I leaned back against the pickup, yawning again as I watched my dad do the cheesiest thing imaginable and carry Mum across the threshold. Yuck. “Oh, please,” I grumbled, though a spark of excitement was kindling in my stomach. Despite my initial nerves at moving halfway around the world, seeing my parents so happy was kind of nice. Seemed I couldn’t help getting caught up in the move after all. This house was huge compared to the one I grew up in, back in England. I’d memorized the listing after Dad had approached us about moving back to the US. I ran through the details in my head as I looked up at the peeling blue exterior. 407 Ocean View has five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a distant view of the Atlantic from the top floor (which I have already claimed) and a pool. A POOL. Back home we’d lived in a town house for as long as I could remember—­two bedrooms, one bathroom and a view of the train tracks. This might be a cool place to live after all. “Paige? You OK?” Mum stuck her blond head out of the front door. I touched my own hair, the once-­tight braid now coming apart at the nape of my neck. I hoped one of the four bathrooms had running water; I was in desperate need of a shower and my bed. “Yeah, Mum. Coming.” I grabbed my small carry-­on case and headed up to the house, pausing only to test my weight on the porch steps, where the wood looked damp and spongy. “Are you sure this place is safe?” “Of course it is!” Mum laughed, grabbing my hand and dragging me up the steps. “It’s just been empty for a while, that’s all. It’s a good thing your dad doesn’t start his new job for a few weeks; this place needs some serious TLC.” “Yeah. It’s a shame you have to go back to work so soon.” We stood there for a second, still holding hands. She squeezed mine. “I know, but we were lucky my company agreed to the move, so I have to jump through some hoops. You coming in, then?” I looked at the tarn