Once a construction worker within the very walls of the church he now haunts, Alfred was trying to figure out how the machine worked in Indexia so that he could pull forth the power of creation to help their efforts of building the rest of the church. It was an interesting time for the builders knew how to “create” new materials and how to use them once they were created, but not how to create entire rooms the same way. So for years they would create the materials to create a room and step to where there was no door. Then a door would appear once they knew what they wanted to do and the area beyond would open enough for them to build the room, to the exact measurements they would specify. This was convenient, but a bit tedious.

Alfred decided he was going to figure out the mysteries of the church and uncover the way that it was first created. He and a handful of others were there the first day, actually created with the first half of the church, as constructors to keep the church in working order and expand it where necessary. Alfred knew it was not some mystical being that brought forth the church, but a machine, though he knew not how. He went off of his normal routine on a weekly basis and was warned to be careful what he might find, but he wasn’t going to quit until he figured it out.

After years of searching, he came across a great room with only a tree in the middle and a lever behind the tree on a wall that seemed placed particularly to be defended by the tree. The last thing Alfred remembered was going too close to the tree and then being a Green Ghost a few days later, waking on the second floor of the church with no clue how he had gotten there and no clue who he was. He pieced the above information together from listening to the other constructors that were keeping the church, but after their death he could get no more clues to his own origins. This upset him for a very long time until his annoyance turned to frustration. That frustration built until he could feel nothing but the frustration of being alive with, what he thought, was no purpose. This frustration moved him from a Green Ghost to a Horrid Ghost.

Shortly after becoming a Horrid Ghost, he met Dave Jones, who was a ghost that had once lived beyond the walls of Indexia. Alfred had never known there was anything outside of the church of Indexia, much less more to Indexia. Dave had lived there and beyond and this frustrated Alfred even more. Now, he spends his time trying to find some way to let loose his frustration on anyone unlucky enough to come near him.