The Haunted Traveler Vol. 2 Issue 1

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I knocked a glass of water off of our nightstand, trying to
wake my wife, who slept downstairs with Colin. But I faded
quickly, turning as white as my dying son, falling away. As
I sank into the darkness, Elizabeth bounded towards me, tail
wagging, and I held out my arms.
In the morning, Colin rose with color in his cheeks
and air in his clear lungs. My body lay cold and still in my
bed, but glowing Elizabeth accompanies my spirit here.
She’s a damn good dog, even if she does want to lead as
much as follow.