With his marriage and his business on the rocks, Tom Walker moves from Boston to Tarrytown, New York, to take up residence in a condominium left to him by a relative he never knew. A Victorian era eyesore that “went condo” in the ‘eighties, the house, it seems, has a storied past. Blissfully unaware that his unit is already occupied, Tom carries his stuff, such as it is, into the condo. In fact, he just keeps missing the other occupant, who wakes, eats, shaves, and cuts his hair before setting out with a jacket and his bowling ball. Oh, and his name is Rip (it’s stitched over the pocket of his bowling shirt). Tom is greeted by his new neighbor, an incorrigibly nosey young woman named Katrina “Kat” Van Tassel. She lives across the hall with her musically challenged boyfriend, Brom Bones. Kat quickly fills Tom in on the other residents, including the crotchety Marie Heyliger-Vander Heyden, her socially awkward 19-year old “niece,” Judith, and the shadowy Nick Scratch (“I think he’s a serial killer”). Before she leaves, Kat persuades Tom to allow her to throw a “Welcome-Tommy-To-Sleepy-Hollow-Condos” Party. At his place, of course. And that's when all hell breaks loose. Literally. (146 pages, 29 illustrations)