Mme. Sosostrus is a divinely preposterous medium, and the Poxley-Warners decided one dull evening to have her round to banish a ghost. Whether they ever had one in residence in their little cottage is beside the point. Mrs. Poxley-Warner was rather fed up of listening to the baby cry, and needed a bit of a laugh, and some inspiration for her new novel. As it turned out, it was very difficult not to laugh, as Mme. Sosostrus swept in off the local holy mountain on Alice, her companion bicycle, as soon as she received the message by carrier pigeon, to assist the couple with ejecting the spectral pest. It seems her esoteric training involved some pretty odd Kookistani tricks with ectoplasm, eurothmetic gyrations, and a firm hand  with hobnail booted ghosts, and Scottish child homonculi alike. Oh yes, she came fully equipped for what turned out to be an ectoplasmagoric evening, and she threw herself into the whole seance thing in full Kookistani style. Did the ghost take fright, and take flight? Listen in, and find out. Maybe we'll even discover why he was there, to start with. A comedic one-female mystic play.