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.

throughout my spirit.

“From Earth thou hath been born, by eyes of earth

thou shall see, and on earth thou will tread. I bade thee

to evacuate from me. Thou are not my child, but the

offspring of a wondrous, supremely talented sorcerer.

It is he who hath given thee life, through the ingrained

portals of magical transference that connect the netherworld

and this place. I was merely an incubator, a

vessel through which thou were transported from a

bog of discarded, worthless souls without memories. I

am mother to none, certainly no invalid specter.”

The conclusion of the derisive speech, brought upon

the blackened atmosphere a tinge of purplish aura that

swirled about the corpse-mother and harbored child.

A Tyrian tumult spun in atmospheric concord with the

ebon haze, creating a wild, massive tornado of diabolical

composition. My body began to rise from the wet

soil, and hover amidst the stygian mist like a blown

petal upon a stirring sea. Rain, wholly abated by the

dire fog, hung suspended above us.

A crystalline cover that alone would have been mesmerizing,

had the terrible display before me not been

sufficiently vexing. By this point, the demon-for there

could be no other nature of this creature—was entirely

obscured by the abhorrent miasma. Dangling without

support as if floating on some nimbus of hell, I heard

a rapturous exhalation from the center of the ever-increasing

storm. It was a boisterous laugh of such inherent

depravity, that the trees encircling the perimeter

seemed to recoil by some natural aversion to the stark

morbidity of that sound.

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