Sometimes distinguishing what's real or imagined can be a decidedly arduous task. Can an individual be robbed of their very essence? Can on ever escape the memories and monsters of childhood? Is the combination of deep personal loss and isolation near the top of the world survivable? Can a once beloved children's toy be the source of madness and violence? And finally, can an estranged uncle's final words prevent his nephew from making the same mistakes he's made? Will the young man have the strength to avoid the temptation to look into the "dark" corners? In the end it always seems wiser to stay close to those Ghosts You Know.