The Haunted Traveler May 2017 Edition


After a brief hiatus, The Haunted Traveler is back to bring you some of the best horror out there. Open up and tread with caution, the next scare is just a page flip away.

mark beneath her left eye: pink, in the shape of a teardrop.

She summoned me, for she had to go to the toilet,

and I let her step out and do what was needed-even

though there wasn’t much left of the day. There were

just seventeen more minutes before all two hundred

and forty women and girls on my floor collected their

wages, and flung themselves into the early spring evening.

The next foreman over, Kelly, was heavy-handed,

hungry, and had already forced out another foreman

and taken his girl-approach. His eye hawked on Rosa’s

empty chair.

“It’s too late in the day for a break.”

I looked beyond him, toward his area. One of his

girls was on a chair, shaking a hanging light, which had

apparently gone out. A tiny spark shot into the air.

“Perhaps you should be paying mind to your own


He glanced at them, then back at me. He nodded at

my cigarette.

“Extinguish that.”

He watched as I took one more puff, and then tossed

the nub the few feet toward the cistern. He retreated

with a grunt. I anxiously awaited Rosa’s return. At first,

there was a tingle in the nose, a tickle in the throat,

an itch in the eyes. Then there were pigeon-colored,

greasy clouds of smoke, reeking of oil and singed cotton.

Before long, flames swept across piles of cuttings

on the floor, hopscotched to an unused table, leapt to

some hanging patterns, and licked at the corner ceiling.

I did not attempt to put it out; I was transfixed by

it, a ravenous bird spreading its wings.


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