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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A cyclone manifested from the tumultuous chaos,

and began drawing in a whirlwind of dirt in an earthly

orbit. I too, was thrown into that revolution wholly

without control, and still near comatose from the vibrant

darkness. The speed at which I revolved, would

surely have sent me dashing against a tree at undeniably

lethal speeds if I was set loose. Afloat and nauseous,

I could do nothing but try and capture a glimpse

of the witch presumably still standing at the eye of the

pandemonium. This was a futile endeavor, due to the

shifting of ethereal vapors, dirt and abysmal iridescence.

Just as the commotion grew to become too chaotic

for my senses, I along with the orbital debris was suddenly

cast from the hellish atmosphere, and thrown a

considerable distance. Fortunately, I landed in a pocket

of cold mud embedded within the ground a few dozen

yards away. Though dazed and somewhat sore from

clashing with harder clumps of detritus in the vortex, I

was largely unharmed owing thanks to the frigid cesspool

in which I laid.

My body ached from the pains felt eternally by the

moons that accompanied their maternal planets, and

my mind was just as frenzied as the turmoil from which

I had been spared. I regained my faculties and rose to

my feet, determined still to see the ultimate nature of

the decadent witch. The sight I beheld was so ghastly,

so obscenely macabre, that even a true lord of the underworld

would have averted his gaze in disgust. Lying

supine, engorged stomach torn open, was the woman.

The darkness had cleared, and a fresh moonlight shone

on the scene, illuminating a gruesome picture that

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