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.

cate thing. I believe they had come here for the climate,

but she was still quite frail. And what with him being

at work in the city, there were nights when he simply

wouldn’t be home at all. It was just her and the baby,

up there on hill in that big, empty house. Try to imagine

it. All those rooms. All those long, quiet hallways. If

the place wasn’t haunted you’d surely feel like a ghost

yourself – just drifting from one empty room to the

next. Hours and hours and hours in the still darkness.

They hired an undead. Someone to look after the

baby. Someone to keep the wife company. Of course,

they’re not what you’d call a talkative bunch, but just

having someone around the house can be enough.

I remember seeing them the day they came down

the hill to fetch her. She had come from Innsmouth or

Dunwich or someplace up north. Little towns, but very

respectable. She had come from a good family, or that’s

what the papers said. The husband had gotten a referral

from some friend of a business partner.

I remember them driving back up the hill. The husband

in the front of the car, along with his wife – pretty

but so pale, even in the morning sun. And in the back I

could see the undead holding the baby. Not just holding,

but cradling it. And I don’t need to tell you that

should have been a warning.

The undead was very attentive to that baby. The

wife used to push it around in a beautiful Steinway

stroller but now the undead just carried it everywhere.

Nothing the wife could say would convince it to put it

back down. And it wasn’t as if the undead’s arms could

get tired, so why fuss over it?

She couldn’t go into the church with them. Not in

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