Harold was a rich banker in the 1800s who made a bulk of his money selling off his family's paper mill and quickly ran his pocket book empty. Around 1907 he took some cash from some well known gangsters with the explicit goal to "Double your profits in a year or two" instead he used the cash to open several restaurants with a sound goal in mind! Only to eat them dry...

Now left with quite a full belly but empty bank account the mobsters came to collect one day and they didn't seem happy when they found out the fat banker had quite literally eaten through the money given to him.

They of course being the kind and respectful mobsters they didn't pump him full of lead right then and there or tied him to a noose and hung him from a tree, ||not like a tree could hold his fat ass up|| so they chopped off his head and left him to rot in his town house home.

Oddly enough however, he didn't leave the house even after his body was moved away and buried in a grave. Stuck haunting the very place he once called home the fat banker exists in a realm between our own and the void of existence still hungry for a good meal.

"Mhhh, some sausage sounds delectable right about now..."