Gena took a seat in the computer lab at one of the many unused computers. She tried to work in her room, but she didn't like being in there alone doing research on a dead girl who happened to still be next door. It was just too creepy.

She started the computer and went to some genealogy sites online. The only problem was she didn't know Lilea's last name, so the research there didn't bring much up. After about three hours, Gena had gone through about fifty websites and had found nothing.

"Damn it!" she said out of frustration. She hit the mouse on the desk.

"Do you need any help?"

She turned towards where the voice had come from. He was sitting at another computer, looking over at her with a look that reflected both concern and amusement. He was smiling at her waiting for an answer. Strands of his ash blonde hair were dangling in front of his deep brown eyes. His eyes were so deep, she felt like she was being swept up into them.

"Do you need any help?" he repeated.

"Um...yeah. Sorry, I'm usually a little more articulate than that. I'm just a little tired today," Gena said, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. She always hated to stare off like a deer in the headlights.

"It's cool. Now what's the problem? What are you trying to do? ," the boy asked pleasantly.

"I'm trying to research some history of this campus. It used to be a plantation and I want to find out more about it."

"Ok, well, we'll start with this first," he said. He moved his seat to her desk and she felt a slight shudder.

He guided her through various sites regarding Louisiana history, Magnolia College, and there was still no luck. As a last resort, they looked up some Louisiana library sites and they came across a book of old newspaper clippings dating back to 1775.

"I think you found the book," he said, leaning back with a sense of satisfaction. "And you are so lucky; it says that there's a copy here on campus too."

She turned around and looked at the two dusty shelves of library books in the computer lab. She got up and began to look through the stacks. The books were so old that they were falling apart on their own, with no help of human intervention. She finally found the book that she was looking for on the second shelf. She pulled it out and turned around to display her trophy.

"Awesome...listen, I'm going to go out and something to eat. I'll be right back," he said as he exited the lab.

She took it to another desk and began to skim through. She stopped when she saw the date was May 1810.

'That was when she was born,' Gena thought.

She looked through the newspaper and found a list of births next to the obituaries. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

'Lilea de Vincent of John and Therese de Vincent was born on the second of May, at the family home of Magnolia,' she read silently. Her name was Lilea de Vincent. She was a real person, and not just a figment of the four girl's imagination. She scanned the rest of the page and then came across something in the obituaries that sparked her interest.

'Therese Marguite de Vincent, who entered God's world on the eighteenth of June, in the year of our Lord 1794, departed our world on the third of May after a long and strenuous childbirth, may her soul rest in piece,' Gena read to herself. Lilea's mother died the day after she gave birth to her; just like Gena's own mother. The similarity between the two girls' lives was almost uncanny. Their mother's were both dead, their father's were jerks, and they both died unfinished lives.

Gena made sure to right down all the information, so that she could accurately relay the info back to her friends.

"So, are you finding what you're looking for?" the young man asked, as he was reading over her shoulders. The smell of fresh burgers and French fries hung in the air.

"Yes, I did," Gena said. She decided to let him know a little bit about what was going on. "You know that room that's boarded up?"

"Yeah, on the second floor right?"

"Yes. Anyway, I heard the stories about it; that a girl died there. I want to see if the stories are true. So, I am researching a name that I had come across," she paused and pointed to the newspaper. "See this one right here; she lived on this campus in the 1800s when this place used to be a flourishing plantation."

"Lilea, huh. So, what happened to her?"

Gena thought about it for a minute. Would it be wise to let this stranger in on what had happened the night before?

"So far, all I know is that she was born in 1810 and that her mom died," she pointed to the obituaries, "while giving birth to her. I also know Lilea got killed. That's all I really know." Gena continued to scan through the newspapers, mostly for the announcements made. There was nothing, until she came across one that made her skin crawl.

"John de Vincent to wed Katarina de Swarte at Magnolia on the twentieth of April, in the year of our Lord 1827. Katarina is twenty years de Vincent's junior," she read aloud.

"So, he was a skanky old man then...liking younger women like that."

"What's worse is that he married a woman who was the same age as his daughter! That's really gross," Gena said, feeling disgusted. She continued to flip through the book, looking sharply for obituaries that would reveal Lilea's fate. But, there were none. No headline saying 'Girl Plummets to Death at Magnolia'. No obituary revealing that Lilea's soul was any longer on Earth. Nothing; like she had never died.

"So, what does it say about her death? Anything?" the boy asked curiously.

"Nothing. Not one word about it. It's so strange."

"Oh, by the way, I brought you a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda. I thought it would be rude if I got some stuff for myself and didn't bring you anything. I hope you don't mind." He smiled at her and she felt like she was melting into her chair.

"Wow, thank you. You're the first guy that's been nice to me in quite a while," Gena said as she began to eat some of the crispy, over-salted fries. She sipped her soda and started to talk again. "So, do you live on campus?"

"Yeah, I lived on the third floor but I just moved down to second floor for this month. Can you believe it? One month before school ends they make me move down because they have to do a 'deep cleaning' of my room. I bet they haven't even touched the doorknob yet."

"That sucks. What room are you in?" She subconsciously flipped her hair back and started to play with it. After five hundred years, flirting came very natural to her. She noticed the way he looked at her. Gena liked it.

"Uh...222."

"Wow, mine is 223. You're right across the hall from me. How come I never see you around?"

"Most of my friends are on the third floor, so I still tend to hang out up there most often," he paused for a minute with a look of deep thinking on his face. "Wait a minute...room 223. You were the one making all that noise last night. The guitar, the singing, and then 'the scream heard round the dorm'. I was the guy who called last night; remember? So, you're a party girl, huh?" He gave her a mischievous smile and a wink that drove her crazy. She didn't know what was coming over her.

"Guilty as charged. I was playing the guitar and we got a little out of control I guess. Sorry if I disturbed you."

"It's no prob. I was just finishing up studying for my history final." Her look alone already asked the next question. "I'm an education major focusing on history."

"I'm a fashion design major, with an art and performing art minor."

"Sounds like a lot of work," he said.

"It is. I'm actually getting ready for my final and my dance recital all this week."

"So you're in the recital? Then I'll definitely come."

She felt her cheeks become flush with admiration. The two talked for hours; they gossiped, laughed, and talked about nothing in particular. She had never had so much fun, or laughed so hard, in all her life. Gena had decided that, although she didn't want to leave, she had to let Zo know what she had found out about their ghost.

"Well, I gotta go. I'm sorry for running off," she went to walk away when he grabbed her and gave her the sweetest kiss she had ever received. His lips were soft and warm, with a hint of salt. Her instincts kicked in and she kissed back, wanting him. He backed away from her with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I didn't mean to...I'm so..." he stammered.

"It's ok, really," she paused and held out her hand. "By the way my name is Gena, Gena Salvatore." As she shook his hand, he began to laugh out of relief. He probably thought she was going to deck him.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Gena. My name is Clark, Gavin Clark."

She was in shock. Did he say Gavin? Lilea's words flowed through her head like a never-ending song. 'Gena, Gavin is the one...Gena, Gavin is the one...'

"I'm sorry, I really have to go. I'll see you later," she said as she ran out the door to find Zoë.