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.

mind herself that she needed to remain alert, no matter

how complacent she felt.

Yawning, she looked at the readings of Jack Moran,

ship’s engineer, then at his face. At the pre-launch

dinner he had made a pass at her which she quickly

rebuffed. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, but she didn’t

like the burly type, which he was. Additionally, if she

was going to have a shipboard romance with anyone it

would have to be with someone on the same wake shift

as she was. His readings were as usual. He had slightly

elevated blood pressure, but nothing to be concerned

about. His was the last pod before she would exit the

sleep chamber.

As she started to press the button to open the door

to the chamber she heard a noise behind her; a whisper.

She turned and looked around the chamber: three

pods on one side, three on the other, the screens silently

flashing the readings, four air vents, the door to an

escape module at the far end.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary she shook her

head “hearing things” she mumbled to herself making

a mental note to record it in her personal log later. She

put her hand on the button again and heard tapping

behind her. She whirled about, then quickly walked

past the pods again looking at the sleeping faces. At

the door to the escape module she turned to return to

the door to the chamber and was suddenly face to face

with Jack Moran.

“What the hell?” She said.

He raised his hands and put them around her neck

and lifted her off her feet. Choking and gasping for

breath she kicked him and swung her fists at his face.

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