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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“Don’t you see the bruising on my neck?” Danielle

said defensively. “I didn’t do it to myself.”

The Commander ran her hand over her bald head.

“Yes, there is the matter of the bruising and that you

were passed out. You’re the medic on this team, Danielle

and you’re the only specialist on the sleep pods

we have. Is it possible that Jack Moran got out and

chocked you, then got back in?”

Danielle hesitated, looked at the faces of her crew

mates awaiting an answer. “No, it’s not possible. But

it happened.”

Benson, the engineer was on his back in a short

crawlspace whistling “Pop Goes the Weasel,” a song he

whistled, hummed or sang incessantly. He reached up

and adjusted part of the communications system conduit

with a long metal screwdriver-like tool. The past

six months had gone smoothly, boringly so, with the

exception of what happened to Danielle. He thought

she was a bit screwy anyway and her choking herself

wasn’t unlikely as far as he was concerned.

The only crew member among the wake shift who

was married with children back on Mars, he fought off

the tedium by thinking about them. This ship, named

Polaris, was on it’s maiden voyage. While there were

always things that needed monitoring, it had been

assembled with the intention that it basically could

do long distance space travel without anything going

wrong, even though there were parts of the ship like

the new sleep pods that had only been tested in labs

and not on space flights. He could have let the conduit

he was adjusting go for the entire two year flight and

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