I've been here since the weekend, and it still feels quite like a dream. You see, I thought I was going to grow dull and old in a little town called Greendale, and that I'd never get to see the great wide world again. I've spent the last few days wondering if I inadvertently wished myself into existence here, but all I'd been wishing for was to be able to leave the house again, not to leave for a world I didn't even know existed where I'd be separated from all of my friends family. A fate even more troubling as being trapped in that bloody house for eternity.
Well. Here I am. I might as well enjoy it while I can. My name is Ambrose. Ambrose Spellman.