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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those days, anyhow. But that really didn’t matter as

babies weren’t smiled upon in there either. The two

of them sat together on the steps, the undead gently

bouncing the baby up and down, up and down.

‘She’s such a good nanny.’ Everyone said. And everyone

really and truly thought it.

I don’t know how much truth there is to any of this,

but…

After a month or so, the wife was woken in the black,

empty hours of the early morning. Her husband was

out. Had been out all weekend. It was just the three of

them in that big, empty house.

It was a cold night and frost was starting to fog the

windows as the wife slipped nervously of out bed. Old

houses creak. They moan, they groan, and they thump

– but this hadn’t been anything like that.

She tiptoed out of the room, whispering for the undead.

She usually waited there, in a chair just outside

the door. She could sit there motionless for hours, for

days, weeks, months – waiting for a command. But

that night the little chair sat empty.

I don’t know how the wife knew to look upstairs.

Up in the nursery where the door had been left ajar.

I don’t know how, on a moonless night like that one,

there was enough light though the window to silhouette

the undead, leaning over the cradle.

I don’t know how the undead learned to talk. Or if it

just remembered. Or if it even had ever been really and

truly dead.

All I know is this:

It was leaning over the crib.

Leaning into the crib.

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