They used to say that the Home to the former Wisconsin Dairy King was haunted. They said that the old king's ghost just hung around the castle doing whatever it is that ghosts do. Most people didn't believe it.
They were right of course, the Dairy King still flitted about the halls, threw away expired milk, set out cheese samples. Little things. Helpful things.
When the house was finally all 100% sold (despite the cities earlier decision to convert the old castle into a museum to bring much needed revenue into the state) the Dairy King thought it was only fitting to welcome this newcomer into his home.
But something about the new owner wasn't quite right. Something told the good king that maybe this man wasn't into sharing. Or friendship. Or kindness.
The simple Dairy King decided that maybe the castle would be big enough to hide him.
That maybe this Vlad Masters could make his own cheese trays.