you walked into the old mansion…you were to stay there for a couple days, For your granddad’s funeral… And unfortunately the wedding of a doosh-bag you call Tex Fritz, soon to be Tex Deetz…and the goth freak you call your mom…you walked around the mansion… tired of listen of Your mom’s panic attacks… Apparently something to do with the “GhOsTs” she’s constantly talking about… Weird… Anyways, You look around the house, Eventually, encountering the doosh himself…Tex “heya…kiddo…I’m sorry to hear bout your grandpa… Pretty sad too… I knew him… For like two minutes…but hey, People can bond When stuff happens like this, right huh?..”