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 would shake her head, struggling to comprehend

Eddie’s stubborn foolishness – though she would never

confess that to me. It was enough that I guessed at

it, and when I had suffered enough, she turned back to

the table, folding her napkin with a sigh of resignation.

“What about an undead?” I ventured. Esther leaned

back in her chair, considering my conversational olive

branch.

“Hmm… an undead…

Quiet. Clean. At least, those that have their stitching

done on a regular basis. And loyal as a dog. Perhaps

more so, as a dog doesn’t keep running after you’ve

hacked its legs off or set it on fire. Only…

Well, best I not say.”

I leaned forward. It wasn’t like Esther to withhold

her opinion. About anything.

“Only what?”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Oh, go on.”

“Well,” Esther murmured, “Since you insist…

This happened a good while back. Long before you

and Eddie would’ve moved here. I was still a young

girl, in fact. Seventeen –

No, sixteen. I remember because that was the year of

the great storm, when all those fish-people got beached

down at the shore.

Anways, there were these neighbors who had moved

in up the street. Young couple. Newly married – they

still had that glow about them, if you know what I

mean. Handsome young man. Beautiful young wife.

And a baby too, just a few months old.

The wife was beautiful, as I said, but she was a deli-

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