The Ipswich Massachusetts Paranormal Society
They didn’t look like heroes.
They generally didn’t act like heroes.
But with darkness seeping into the world they were the only heroes going.
Two old ladies. A crooked PI and a shrink. An artist with illusions of grandeur and a chauffer to match. And more.
Linked by nothing more than misfortune.
And a priest in a wheel chair and an emroidered sign that read: