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.

eye sockets beheld nothing ahead of them, but the sodium-lit

sidewalks, the vacant buildings, the garment

makers’ signs.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t escape.

“Look what you’ve done,” Kelly said, as his meaty

arms crushed my chest, but I insisted that the fire in

our factory was an accident.

I was enjoying my last cigarette before the end of the

twelve-hour work day. Smoking was against policy

on the floor, but many of the foremen did it frequently;

we blew smoke through our lapels so we were less

obvious. We were charmed into complacency by the

fireproof status of our building, confident in the metal

cistern beneath the Greene Street window.


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