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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empty, she was resting on her knees. As the rest of the

liquid drained out, she slumped against the side of the

cylinder. His heartbeat accelerated with anticipation;

it had taken months of work to reach this moment.

At last, he pressed the button to open the glass and

stepped up onto the side of the capsule just in time to

catch her before she fell to the floor. She tipped into his

arms, her long hair dripping water on his clothes and

the floor, but he couldn’t care any less for such trifles.

He pulled off his glove and pressed two fingers to her

neck to find her pulse, relishing in how soft and natural

her skin felt to the touch. There were so many things

he had to replicate perfectly which were not simple to

recreate – the look of her face, her supple body, and

painstaking details like the softness of her hair and the

smoothness of her skin.

Everything in him seized with fear and hope as he

looked down at her, silently praying for her chest to

rise as she took a breath, her eyes to flutter open. A

few painful minutes passed and his own lungs began to

burn when he realized he was holding his breath. Even

so, he remained completely still until her head tilted

back, eyelids twitching.

His pensive expression broke into a grin as soon as

he saw her chest rise with her first breath. Only one

thought crossed his mind as he watched her start to

move.

“I’ve done it,” he murmured, hardly daring to believe

it.

She awoke with hands on her body. This wouldn’t

have been too terribly distressing, but the grip was just

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