Most people only have to deal with their dad's questionable barbecue technique or chronic misuse of emojis.

Nelly? She had to deal with his ghost.

After her father died (awkwardly, in socks and sandals), he didn't just rest in peace. No, he stuck around—haunting the house, rearranging the spice rack, and generally being the world's most emotionally repressed poltergeist. Long story short: there was guilt, there were rituals, and at one point, someone nearly got possessed by a tea kettle.

Eventually, Nelly and a very tired local priest managed to open a glowing afterlife gate so Dad could move on. He gave her a proud look, stepped into the light...

...only to run right back out, muttering something about a staircase going down and the smell of burnt toast.

That was three weeks ago.

Now, Nelly is dealing with something worse than just one rogue ghost: her backyard shed is a supernatural portal to the Welsh Otherworld, mythical creatures are leaking into the village like it's tourist season in the Twilight Zone, and Dad is—technically speaking—haunting without a license.

Oh, and the smart fridge is possessed again.

If you're new here: welcome. If you're returning: you already know better.

Either way, brace yourself.

Because the only thing scarier than death... is a ghost dad who won't read the afterlife's Terms and Conditions.