Livie did not envision her death this way. She gets a job that consists of crying and charades, a precocious colleague with a sexy voice but no face, and a dusty attic room with no internet connection. Livie is now the banshee of Harrowmore Castle and has the duty of overseeing one of the clumsiest families in England as their guardian spirit. When a vengeful demon shows up to settle an ancient score, Livie's death turns out to be far more exciting than her life ever was.