I'm Trisha Leigh Lee. I'm 35, and even though I've been dating my childhood sweetheart Aaron for over a year, he still hasn't proposed. But at the moment, that's the least of my worries.

The singles group and I are flipping a rundown hoarder's house so it can be auctioned off to benefit the local homeless shelter. That means diving neck deep into tubs of rotten pickles, boxes of sticky magazines, and about a hundred bags of dog food. I'm pretty sure the place is haunted too, and I don't even believe in ghosts.

Then there's Keith, the ex-con project leader. He may work for the homeless shelter, but he's hiding something—and did I mention he has a creepy skull tattoo? But I have to stay focused. After all, we're also dealing with sketchy ghost hunters, broken car windows, and sidewalk muggings.

Still, we're going to get this house clean, even if it kills me. Because the mysterious thumps, disembodied voices, and eerie porcelain dolls actually might. Did I mention I don't believe in ghosts?