Terror Tuesday: The Courtside Chiller, Part I

It started with a cold spot on the floor,
There in the corner, where no time was spent.
But then not just the sweeper noticed; more
Space fell under its influence. Soon Trent
(Star forward for the team) sensed something odd:
His three-pointers from there not only tanked,
But shame for when they did, that sense that God
Himself was angry gripped him. Well, Trent banked
One anyway next game, but then a voice
Was heard from there, its moans inducing fear
That paralyzed. Soon Coach Bly had no choice
But to rewrite their plays for that whole year.
At last, a Catholic school came there to play
And their coach told Bly what he'd have to say.