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.


tensibly sexual satisfaction. Although I presumed her

to be dead, or at least vexed by some satanic reverie

she still stood in that mock crucifixion, posed ceremoniously

before Earth’s unseen orbital ally. From within

the soil-filled cistern of a stomach, came an eruption

of sound like a gurgling of evil-purposed concoctions

within a wizard’s cauldron. The raucous was reminiscent

of a child’s laugh, though distorted, deepened, and

filtered through the chords of demonic timbre. In an

oration of tone, both nascent and primeval laced with

intonations of irreverence for life itself, the neonatal

entity spoke from within its mother’s corpse.

“Oh, what have we here? A young planet to be despoiled?

Eyuck, I can feel its heart beat below. Far too

weak to be worthy of my satiation. And the beings

who dwell upon its bosom? Insects. Wretched bitch,

why have you sired me here? Nonetheless, I will plunder.

Dark will besiege light.”

My heartbeat escalated to a pulsation far too rapid

if I had hoped to remain alive to witness the unholy

proceedings that were sure to occur. Fortunately, in

an instance of fortune that would only see to prevent

that cardiac danger, the entrenched darkness became

weighted and burdensome. My metabolism and arterial

circulatory processes seemed to slow, then ceased

completely under the oppression of the blight.

The entity’s first plunder, would seem to have been

my life had it not been for the onset of yet another

otherworldly event. Thought to be dead by her horrified

observer, the mother defied her assumed state

and spoke a sentence that elicited a revitalizing flame

through my body, but also sent a conflagration of fear

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