Kelsey

Kelsey has a small problem. Well, two small problems. Or large, depending how you look at it. When her dog Daffy died he didn’t go into the great beyond. He Possessed a certain part of her anatomy. Her left, ahem. Her left, ahem, now randomly starts barking at people. And her bras? Don’t even get her started on those. Her left, ahem, chews right Through them. Her right, ahem, is possessed by her deceased cat Sasha. Her left and right, ahems, sometimes bark and hiss at each other. Kelsey is ready to call an exorcist. Or a petxorcist? A priest? The ghostbusters?