The sun sits just over the horizon, blinding you as you stare right out of your train car, pretty much forcing you back to the comfort of your New Nintendo 3ds XL, as a small mii character of Peter Griffin stares back at you in his Tomodachi Life apartment, just begging you to feed him a Spring Roll. You sigh as nothing on your fictional little island has caught your interest - this might as well be the only thing that was notable that happened today. As you stare back up from the two huge juicy screens of an XL model of the device, you notice that the train car is entirely empty. It may be seven in the afternoon, just around when the sun starts to set, but that doesn’t excuse the last train of the day from being entirely empty. Either that or you had the curious case of the cooties that implored everyone else to sit in the other cars. Whichever the case was, you were ecstatic to have the place to yourself; there was no chance of some eerie and/or creepy guy to come out of butt nowhere and talk to you about some arbitrary topic despite the fact you were absolutely busy brooding. 

As the cornfields subsided from outside, green pastures became a new backdrop for you to look at, despite the fact the sun blinded you every time you looked out the window. You didn’t know why you never had learned not to look at the sun directly, but it was perfectly natural to look out the window - you had just purchased yourself a new home for dirt cheap. It really was a modern day housing crisis miracle. It might’ve been worth mentioning you got the house on some sketchy website, and it might just be one of those 1$ detroit homes, but it might as well be a worthwhile endeavor, right?

Just as you began to worry about your life’s choices a tad bit too much, the train stops, and the doors open. You realize that, amidst all your brooding, the train made it to your new town. It wasn’t huge or anything, just a town with a bit of a larger size in the heart of the United States. Pulling your carry-on, you step off the train to a rather empty train platform. As soon as you do, the train closes its doors, and shoots off, leaving you awkwardly alone again.

I mean, even listening to the absence of any hum-buzz at all threw you off. Typically train stations have like, a bajillion people around at once, even if that’s not the case there’s probably some busker or a homeless person around to fill in the silence. But nope, it was completely empty.

Before you move on to go to your new house, you try pulling up a map of the area online. You do get service, obviously. Not the best, but some kind of internet. The map loaded slower and slower. The more the map detailed, the more your eight-year old cellphone began to overheat in your hand. 

But, to your surprise, the map terms “Neighbourville” only relate to a ghost town in Canada. Did you accidentally cross the border? Doesn’t seem like it. Was this place just so new the maps app didn’t update yet? Unlikely. Did you accidentally take a back door into the backrooms? Starting to seem possible.

Regardless, you set out to find wherever that house of yours was.