Literature
:The Old Trainstation:
My town is fairly small. Everyone knows everyone kinda, yet no one really knows anyone.
We have severals stores, much too many for such a small town, but convinent never the less.
We have a bus station and a train station, all which a town needs now a days.
The train station hasn't always looked like it does now, and the remnants of the older station still remains as a reminder for the few people old enough to remember it.
When I was young, the house strangly named 'Brutus' was a much told ghost story, of spooks roaming around inside it, and strange sounds no one could explain.
Considering no one lived there.
It was also a popular han