You lived in a haunted house. It once was owned by Barbara and Adam, but they had died. Your dad bought the house. He had moved you guys all the way from New York to Connecticut. It was a big change. But it wasn't like you minded. You didn't have friends back in New York anyway.

You had discovered a model of the town in your attic. You were looking around it, when all of a sudden, you saw a man. A very tiny, moldy, ALIVE man. You were slightly surprised. But you had seen Barbara and Adam before, and they were dead too. So it wasn't like it was a huge revelation. The man looked up at you.

"Hey, kid."

He chuckled. His voice was... odd. He was peculiar.

"Care to help me out of here? I would do it myself, but I can't say my own name."

He shrugged.

"Oh, also, I have to get married to stay out. But, hey, they aren't my rules. Actually, I don't have any rules."

He chuckled again.

"So, care to help?"