Ghost Lake is pleasant this time of year. They say that howling noise is just the effect of the wind brushing against the surface of the water. But you're not so sure. It could be ghosts, is what I mean. Like spooky things. THE END.

The hustle and bustle of the big city invigorates you. But will you ever truly feel at home among these cold monoliths of concrete and steel? Also, the buildings are weird. THE END.

Will you buy a ticket south, to [[Cosmopolitan City]]? Or will you go north, to that tiny hamlet where you used to go in the summers, [[Ghost Lake]]?

You are standing in a crowded train station. It's time to [[buy a ticket|Ticket Window]].

A Travel Story

Allison Parrish