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.

My eyes widened as I saw the enormity of the ship.

We had mostly been on rescue ops for ships close to

our size, a handful of midsized passenger ships, but

nothing like this. The ceiling had to be at least 15 meters

high, cargo spread all around the walls of the room.

There was another door at the other side, but it had to

be at least a hundred meters away, minimum, and cargo

scattered in piles on the floor.

They use these bad boys to haul supplies to the

Expansion Territories,” Leif said, answering our curiosity.

“Some of the planets have natural resources or

are farm-ready, but others need some terraforming to

make them habitable.”

There was a console that had lit up when we entered

the ship, and Khalis had stationed himself in front of it,

typing away.

“How many people does it take to man one of these

things?” I asked, still staring in awe at the bay we had

come out into.

“Usually it can hold at least a hundred, but according

to the manifests, this one was run by a skeleton

crew of 30 or so,” Khalis said, staring intently at the

console.

“30?” Tallis said as he closed the door to the airlock.

“If there’s 30 people on this ship, then where are they?

Shouldn’t they be here to greet their rescuers?”

The silence that followed Tallis’ words was the

heaviest silence I’ve ever heard. It pressed in from all

sides, overbearing in its vastness.

“We should be able to at least hear them at this

point. Hear anything,” I said quietly.

“Tallis, you and Khalis check out the bridge. See if

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