I. M. Strange used to love scaring his sister with terrifying tales about the ghost in their attic. That was until he saw the ghost, and then the stories seemed a lot less funny. The town they lived in was quite like Weirdsville, with abandoned houses and shadowy corners for scary things to lurk in.
Luckily, I. M. Strange now lives in the countryside which feels much safer. Well, as long as he ignores the unusual sounds coming from his basement . . .