Hamlett is a sprawling community of hardworking farmers. Everything appears normal but as you walk thru the streets of this bustling little community something seems not quite right.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," you say to yourself as a cold chill runs up your spine. You look around some more and now the cold chill runs down your spine. You walk into the center of town and the cold chill runs up your neck, down over your ears, under your chin, goes around your belly button three times and shoots down your legs, out your toes, across the street and heads for the nearest way out.

You can...
    follow it. 

Or you can...
    go south,
    go west
    go southwest
    go across the street into a building.