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.


home-secretary, but could not afford to fire her in what

was a very busy and important period in my professional

life. Her assistance was completely necessary,

and the initial missing items which I suspected may

be in her possession were of little value compared to

the profits I would have made from my work. Unfortunately,

my leniency granted her the confidence to steal

an irreplaceable and invaluable piece of my family’s lineage.

A theft which brought upon the events that I will

now recount.

Fortunately, her peripheral awareness was lacking,

or my night-sheltered stalking was more skillful than I

thought. Her gait wavered between a purposeful march

and heavy-footed shuffle, as if a chronic pain inhibited

a consistent stride. I maintained a distance of about

thirty yards, ensuring, with the sonorous downpour of

rain, that the sound of a broken twig or nudged bush

would not alert her to my pursuit. The trees, barely

visible in the dark-choked forest, loomed imposingly

over the trail, distilling the emitted lunar brilliance to

a dull, unnerving luminescence that only enhanced the

already cryptic atmosphere around us. Eventually, after

a period of no less than twenty minutes, we entered

a natural clearing in the brush that spanned a diameter

of at least several dozen yards. It separated our section

of the wood from a further, frighteningly darker section


The only means of concealment existed by shadows

of the trees that slanted from the stress of their

own bulk, veering into the vacant circle like inquisitive

children peeking through forbidden doors. By the time

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