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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it would be fine, but boredom was a huge motivator to

fix things that didn’t need fixing.

He stopped humming and began to sing softly “all

around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the

weasel.” He stopped briefly when he heard whispering

coming from the entrance to the crawlspace, then

when the whispering stopped he continued “a penny

for a spool of thread, a penny for a needle, that’s the

way the money goes.” Then something tugged on his

foot. He looked toward the end of the crawlspace and

saw Thompson, the communications specialist from

the other shift.

“Hey, why aren’t you in your pod?” Benson asked.

Thompson said nothing, but stood there glaring at

Benson.

“I’m coming out now,” Benson said. “Something

must be going on if you’re out your pod already.” With

the words “pop goes the weasel” just escaping his lips

he was pulled out of the crawlspace by his boots and

still holding the tool.

“Hey, what gives?” He asked landing on his buttocks

outside of the crawlspace. He didn’t have time to react

as Thompson grabbed the tool and drove it into his

brain right between his eyes.

Danielle pulled the sheet back that had been laid

over Benson on the exam table and gasped.

“This is how you found him?” She asked Marcie, the

ship’s flight navigator, and Ruiz who were standing

nearby, both with blood on their gray flight suits.

“Yes,” Marcie said, “that tool was sticking right

where you see it.”

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