The Haunted Traveler May 2017 Edition
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.
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<br />
fix things that didn’t need fixing.<br />
He stopped humming and began to sing softly “all<br />
around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the<br />
weasel.” He stopped briefly when he heard whispering<br />
coming from the entrance to the crawlspace, then<br />
when the whispering stopped he continued “a penny<br />
for a spool of thread, a penny for a needle, that’s the<br />
way the money goes.” <strong>The</strong>n something tugged on his<br />
foot. He looked toward the end of the crawlspace and<br />
saw Thompson, the communications specialist from<br />
the other shift.<br />
“Hey, why aren’t you in your pod?” Benson asked.<br />
Thompson said nothing, but stood there glaring at<br />
Benson.<br />
“I’m coming out now,” Benson said. “Something<br />
must be going on if you’re out your pod already.” With<br />
the words “pop goes the weasel” just escaping his lips<br />
he was pulled out of the crawlspace by his boots and<br />
still holding the tool.<br />
“Hey, what gives?” He asked landing on his buttocks<br />
outside of the crawlspace. He didn’t have time to react<br />
as Thompson grabbed the tool and drove it into his<br />
brain right between his eyes.<br />
Danielle pulled the sheet back that had been laid<br />
over Benson on the exam table and gasped.<br />
“This is how you found him?” She asked Marcie, the<br />
ship’s flight navigator, and Ruiz who were standing<br />
nearby, both with blood on their gray flight suits.<br />
“Yes,” Marcie said, “that tool was sticking right<br />
where you see it.”