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.
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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throughout my spirit.<br />
“From Earth thou hath been born, by eyes of earth<br />
thou shall see, and on earth thou will tread. I bade thee<br />
to evacuate from me. Thou are not my child, but the<br />
offspring of a wondrous, supremely talented sorcerer.<br />
It is he who hath given thee life, through the ingrained<br />
portals of magical transference that connect the netherworld<br />
and this place. I was merely an incubator, a<br />
vessel through which thou were transported from a<br />
bog of discarded, worthless souls without memories. I<br />
am mother to none, certainly no invalid specter.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> conclusion of the derisive speech, brought upon<br />
the blackened atmosphere a tinge of purplish aura that<br />
swirled about the corpse-mother and harbored child.<br />
A Tyrian tumult spun in atmospheric concord with the<br />
ebon haze, creating a wild, massive tornado of diabolical<br />
composition. My body began to rise from the wet<br />
soil, and hover amidst the stygian mist like a blown<br />
petal upon a stirring sea. Rain, wholly abated by the<br />
dire fog, hung suspended above us.<br />
A crystalline cover that alone would have been mesmerizing,<br />
had the terrible display before me not been<br />
sufficiently vexing. By this point, the demon-for there<br />
could be no other nature of this creature—was entirely<br />
obscured by the abhorrent miasma. Dangling without<br />
support as if floating on some nimbus of hell, I heard<br />
a rapturous exhalation from the center of the ever-increasing<br />
storm. It was a boisterous laugh of such inherent<br />
depravity, that the trees encircling the perimeter<br />
seemed to recoil by some natural aversion to the stark<br />
morbidity of that sound.<br />
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