Rotterham Home was a hospice for young people, a place where teenagers with terminal illnesses went to die. Nobody who checked in ever checked out. It was place of pain and sorrow, but also, remarkably, a place of humor and adventure. At the hospice was a group of five young men and women who called themselves the Midnight Club. Every night at twelve they met and told eac other stories - tales of intrigue and horror, of life and death. True stories, made-up stories, and stories that fell somewhere in between. But one night, in the middle of particularly scary story, these people make a pact with each other that says that the first one of them who dies is to make every effort to contact the others - from beyond the grave. Then one of them does die. And the story begins. The most wonderful story. The most horrible.