Your hemorrhoids aren’t the only pain in your ass.

Especially when ancient cosmic horrors come knocking.

Meet Malcolm: a grumpy, retired cop whose biggest joy is yelling at game shows and who now hunts ghosts with a Dustbuster and holy junk food. He’s spent 11 years as the city’s unofficial paranormal investigator, battling specters the police ignore. His quiet, curmudgeonly retirement is shattered when his homemade gear screams a familiar name: The Hollow One.

The Hollow One is back, and it’s hungry.

Reluctantly, Malcolm partners with Alex, a tech-savvy millennial whose world gets flipped upside down after a smartphone exorcism grants him “the sight.” This unlikely duo, armed with blessed Cheetos, a glitter cannon, and an unhealthy amount of sheer audacity, must stop a demonic real estate developer from sacrificing a fifth victim and fully unleashing The Hollow One.

Can an aging, isolated curmudgeon and a skeptical tech expert overcome possessed security guards, corporate cultists, and their own generational differences to save the world?

If you love humor then get ready for a wild, hilarious, and surprisingly heartfelt ride.

Join Malcolm and Alex as they prove that sometimes, the best way to fight cosmic horror is with practical experience, ridiculous equipment, and the power of not giving a damn about looking dignified.