Hey, how's it going? See that old abandoned townhouse over there? Ever since I was a kid, all kinds’a rumors spun around about that place. Blood oozin’ out the walls, knives slicin’ threw the air. Friggin’ nightmare. Well, one day these two bullies chucked little Ronnie Resnick’s ball through one of them windows, and now it’s up to me to get it back. Little did anybody know what great ideas that would give me.