Some spirits just don’t know when to stay dead… I’m Ivy Hearst: reluctant medium, full-time weirdo, and professional ghost therapist (unofficial title, thank you very much).
When a stubborn haunting drags me to the delightfully dysfunctional town of Assjacket, West Virginia, I expect bad coffee, weird vibes, and maybe a chatty spirit or two.
What I don’t expect? A dead playboy with secrets and a magical mystery that refuses to stay buried.
Now I’m stuck playing spectral detective—with only a cranky truth-wielding witch, reanimated garden gnomes, and zero chocolate to get me through it.
