You find an admission ticket on the floor at the haunted fairground. A clean, cold wind sweeps through the deserted lot, cutting you clean to the bone through your jacket.

Your ride left a long time ago, but you’re still here, aren’t you? If you stay too long, you might become one of the lonely ghosts who glare at you from beneath the shadows of tent posts that haven’t stood in decades.

But you’re curious, aren’t you.

Go ahead.

Bend down. Pick it up.