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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portending some dreadful, inhuman arrival, have survived

among the accounts of that night, which I will

relay for you here.

“By the sigils inscribed in an unbroken line,

by the boiling of bones and the drinking of brine.

This caucus of oblivion, imparted by the governance of hell,

in a rot-filled womb this demon does dwell.

A child of murk, an infant of mire,

this carrion birth cleansed in vaginal fires.

Fall from me, boy, soaked in my slime.

Begin your intrusion of this human-forged time.”

Upon the final pronouncement, a darkness befell

the clearing as if the moon had been thrusted to unreachable

depths in the cosmos, blanketing the earth

in immitigable darkness. I first thought myself to be

blinded somehow, by the sheer foulness of the devilry

before me, but shortly after the blotting of light, I felt

a tangible presence come to existence. Through some

vague, indescribable and most likely animalistic intuition,

I knew this darkness was a creation.

A sinister entity through occult-like persuasion,

had breached the sanctity of the realm in which Earth

dwelt. An orb began to manifest in the darkness, emitting

through some self-illumination a light that was

terrifying in its sublimity. After moments, it became

clearer, more distinct in form, and I saw then that it

was the corpulent body of the demoness I had foolishly

pursued to this sacrilegious site of demonology.

Her head hung backwards, neck obviously broken

with her face contorted in a disgusting repose of os-

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