Abigail Timberlake Washburn would rather be anywhere else on a muggy Charleston summer evening – even putting in extra hours at her antiques shop – than at a seance. But her best friend, Calamity Jane, thinks a spirit – or Apparition American, as ectoplasmically-correct Abby puts it – lurks in the eighteenth-century Georgian mansion, complete with priceless, seventeenth-century Portuguese kitchen tiles, that C.J. just bought as a fixer-upper. Luckily, Abby’s mama located a psychic in the yellow pages – a certain Madame Woo-Woo – and, together with a motley group of feisty retirees known as the Heavenly Hustlers, they all get down to give an unwanted spook the heave-ho. But, for all her extrasensory abilities, the Madame didn’t foresee that she, herself, would be forced over to the other side prematurely. Suddenly Abby fears there’s more than a specter haunting C.J. And they’d better exorcise a flesh-and-blood killer fast before the recently departed Woo-Woo gets company.