At this point, you feel like you've endured enough horror for one night. Time to go back to your room and catch some Z's. You start walking, keeping your eyes open for any vengeful hunchbacks or dissatisfied monsters that may or may not be lurking in the shadows.

The room is just as you left it. After briefly stumbling over your toiletries bag, you realize that your nefarious hunchback friend could be waiting to sneak back in through the armoire. Not wanting to find out what kind of revenge he has in mind now that he has his teeth back, you drag your bed over to hold the doors to the armoire shut. You continue running down a checklist of other ways fiendish monsters could enter your room to kill you when you hear a commotion in the hallway.

Outside, you spot your relatives being chased around by a ghost. You even spot Pendleton Queez being chased around by the angry spirit. It's nice to know you aren't the only one having a rough night, but you don't think you'll be able to sleep with all this racket. Unfortunately, you don't have Limahl around to wish you to a hotel. Luckily, you remember that ol' Queezy left his keys in a dish by the front door so he wouldn't lose track of them if he had too much to drink. You grab the keys and leave, resolving to spend a night in your uncle's house, just not this night.

You hop into Queezy's car and pop the keys in the ignition. In spite of how it looks on the outside, the car runs fairly well. Gas pedal's a little sticky, though. Really sticky. In fact, it sticks to the floor as soon as you press it. The car careens down the driveway. Fearing for your life, you dive out just in time to watch the car slam into a tree, and inexplicably burst into flames.

Sighing with relief, you hear a gasp from the mansion's front door.

"You fiend! I can't believe you tried to steal my car! I am gonna get the cops all over you, once I get rid of this damn ghost!" He then resumes running about the house in a blind terror.

You return to your room and spend the rest of the night hoping that the ghost gives ol' Queezy a heart attack, but it doesn't. Queezy calls the cops, who don't know what to do about the ghost, but are familiar with how to deal with car thieves. In the years you spend in jail, your great uncle's estate are divvied up amongst your non-incarcerated relatives, and you get jack. On the plus side, your cellmate gives great backrubs.

YOU'VE BEEN CHARGED WITH GTA: GOOD THINKING, ASS! START OVER!!!