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.


to rid my mind of what I had just seen. I felt tears spring

from the corners of my eyes, and a sob escaped before

I could get a grip. I stayed as I was for a few moments,

trying to compose myself. I heard footsteps move from

the bathroom and stop in front of me. I wiped my face

and rubbed my hands on the bunk before taking the

hand Leif offered towards me to help me up.

“Let’s go. We need to get to the others and figure

out what the fuck is going on.” Leif put his hand on

my shoulder and walked with me back to the hallway.

His voice was soft, softer than I had ever heard it before.

He was always a hardass, no matter what the situation.

I felt my heart rate pick up, the seriousness of

our current predicament beginning to really dawn on

me. As we got into the hallway, Leif cautiously swept

the room one last time with the lightbeam before we

moved out.

We briefly inspected some of the other rooms, but

didn’t spend too much time in each as we hurried towards

the bridge. The lights came on as we came into

the mess hall, and it took a few moments to adjust to

the artificial illumination. We both looked towards the

food bar, and found ourselves looking at chopped up

body parts. The blood had filled the various containers

on the service line, and had formed a pool on the floor

as it overflowed and dripped. Some parts were hard to

initially identify, but I clearly saw some feet, a hand,

and the back of a women’s head.

This time I couldn’t stop myself, and I hurled up my

last meal on the ground, leaning on one of the tables for

support until my heaving ran its course. Leif walked

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