Ghosts are completely real. I remember one time when I was young, my parents took me out into the countryside. We were visiting an old farmhouse that belonged to someone in my family, but had long since fallen into disrepair. I had wandered away on my own, walking around to the opposite side of an old barn when I saw it approaching me. White as snow. Eyes like the devils own. I had never seen one with my own eyes before, but I knew instantly this was a ghost. I ran back to the farmhouse, straight past my worried looking parents, and barricaded myself in the car. Eventually my father went and put a leash on the ghost and put it back in its pen.
Actually now that I think about it, it was a goat.
Anyway, this is the first strip for a story that is as terrifying as it is mildly erotic. Sit back, relax, enjoy ice cold Ticket To Ride.


















