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.


it off, shining the light on my hand to find the smear

a dark red color. I pointed the light above me and

couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my throat at the

sight of the body on the ceiling.

“Jayne? What’s wrong?” Leif came in quickly, only to

let out a few swear words when he noticed the cause

of my gasp. The details became clearer as I managed to

calm myself down from the initial shock.

The body was almost naked, save for undergarments,

and whoever it was had been a male. He was muscular

and tattooed, which indicated that he was one of the

crew, since that was the typical look of crewmembers

for these private shipping companies.

What really drew our attention, however, was that

he was attached to the ceiling. Metal stakes had been

hammered through his hands, feet, and stomach, and

into the ceiling. Each one dripped blood, but the main

source was from his stomach, which formed the puddle

I had nearly fallen into. Aside from the stakes, there

were also a number of cuts covering his body, from

his ankles all the way to his face, which was probably

the most horrific part of the sick display. His mouth

was open, in what must have been the screams that

accompanied his agonizing death, and careful inspection

showed his tongue was missing. His eyelids were

open as well, but that revealed the haunting absence of

his eyeballs; the empty depths stared down in eternal


I felt my stomach heave, and I brushed past Leif as

I hurried out of the room. I sat on one of the bottom

bunks, slowing my breathing as I stifled the urge to

gag. I put my hands over my face, trying unsuccessfully

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