The Haunted Traveler May 2017 Edition

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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.

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thuds on the pavement. Then I saw Rosa, standing in

a window on the eighth floor. She waved a handkerchief,

closed her eyes, and jumped. Her burning dress

snagged on a wire halfway down, and there she hung,

screaming. I could swear she saw me, and reached for

me until her dress burnt all the way through, and she

dropped the rest of the way.

“Look what you’ve done!”

At the trial, it was revealed that there were too many

other things wrong at Triangle Shirtwaist: locked

doors, blocked exits.

“Look what you’ve done!?

Narrow corridors. A rusted fire escape. The lack of a

sprinkler system.

“Look what you’ve done! You fool!”

I married (I saw Rosa). I had a daughter (I saw

Rosa). I grew old (I saw Rosa).

I died.

I awoke with the smell of melted gum and exhaust

thick around me, and my back on something warm and

hard. Buildings rose to the sky, but at first, they were

nothing I recognized. Some of them were boarded up,

and appeared to be abandoned; others had signs noting

they were homes to garment makers. Then I discovered

that they were familiar … white, gray, brown cast

iron with elegant facades, some with scrollwork, some

with cherubs, fleurs-de-lis. I was on Greene Street, but

devoid of human life.

The sun set, its dying rays glinting off the windows

of the building that once housed the Triangle Shirtwaist

Factory. A building, that in after years, belonged

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