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.

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which she imbibed the slop, like a monstrous beast

consuming the viscera from the freshly slain corpse of

its prey. Adding to the gruesomeness of the situation,

was the way her body shifted with each helping. She

writhed with a deplorable salacity that no man, no

matter how desperate for the sight of a beautiful woman

would find attractive.

She performed a knelt dance that was somehow elegant

and animalistic, laced with a tinge of inhuman gesticulation.

At her seventh shovel, her belly had begun

to noticeably swell giving her the appearance of lateterm

pregnancy, yet again heightening the sick nature

of the horrid scene. It was at this moment I noticed the

precious gemstone of my family passed down through

ancestral offerings, embedded in her forehead. Somehow,

for reasons ineffable, she had lodged the jewel in

her skull. Its soft twinkle was enhanced to noticeable

levels by the illumination of the moon overhead.

Her belly expanded to a bulbous, inordinate size,

glistening sublimely. There seemed to be no physiological

limit to her consumption. Neither pain nor her

skeletal framework impeded upon the feast, and after

seconds more of intake, the swollen mass billowed in

size beyond any extreme of obesity I had ever observed.

At last, when her stomach stretched to cartoonish proportions,

and with her face all but concealed by sludge,

she stood and threw her arms out in some horrific,

lunar-lit cruciform pantomime. Facing the moon, she

began uttering a guttural, otherworldly incantation

whose pronunciations and intonations I have fortunately

evicted from memory. Only the diabolical lyrics,

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