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:

Ipswhich
Massachusetts
Paranormal
Society

aka

The IMPS