He sits in a corner… waiting. For you. He needs you. He needs your imagination. He needs… to feed. Chauncey’s always hungry. Hungry for you. Hungry for more.

But, he’s been alone for so long. Just… waiting. He wonders what he’s done to deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be left alone.

All these years… waiting in the basement. Wishing… hoping… wanting. He can feel his tummy rumble. All by himself. Won’t you help him?