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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She tried to stand, but it was hard for her to balance.

Her knees buckled and he held his arms out to catch

her, but she managed to steady herself before falling

against him. Even these simple movements winded

her with how much exertion they took. She felt like

she was walking across a tightrope rather than simply

standing on the cool stone floor with how challenging

it was for her to stay balanced.

“Don’t overdo it, darling,” he said as he stood up.

He didn’t stand far from her side, but his hands

were finally off of her. If she could stay on her feet, this

would be her chance to get away.

He was keeping his tone gentle, but she didn’t trust

him. His reactions were too inconsistent.

“It’s probably best if you don’t stand for too long,”

he said, reaching out to place his hand on her shoulder.

Before those fingers could clamp down on her again,

she took off.

She took her first step with more ease than she expected,

but started to stumble as she hastened her

pace. Her sights were set on the door, but she chanced

a glance over her shoulder to look back at him. He

looked so stunned that she was trying to flee that he

seemed unable to respond for a moment. It worked to

her advantage, for despite the way she stumbled, she

was still able to reach the door before he did.

He snapped to attention when her hands reached

the doorknob. The metal was cold under her fingers

and she struggled to grasp it. She fumbled with it,

trying to turn it, figuring there was little chance that

it was locked from the inside. It just wouldn’t make

sense.

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