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.

even butchers of the foulest abattoirs could not have

stomached.

Gradually arising from the gleaming viscera, was a

creature covered in blood, earth, and what was most

likely fecal matter, and an infant, whose head bore various

protrusions of demonic bone that formed a crown

atop its scalp. Spinal thorns pierced the skin of its back,

giving it the appearance of some primordial reptile. Its

arms were long, impossibly elongated formations that

ended in fingerless tips, and it had demon-spear limbs,

which I somehow knew would surely penetrate the

hull of the most formidable man-made constructions.

Everything about the creature held a grotesque familiarity,

as if somewhere within the shared memorial lineage

of humanity, existed a fear of this entity that then

uprooted itself within my mind.

The monster still sat within the ravaged bowels of

its surrogate mother, apparently lavishing in the putrescence

and gore, and it was only after a careful focus

of acuity that I realized the grosser horror. The lower

regions of its body, specifically starting at the nape,

were fused with the abdomen of the slain demoness.

With its post-birth writhing, she too jerked about

though uncoordinated and without life. For the second

time tonight, I had watched that woman die, and

although she sired an even more detestable evil, I still

could not bring myself to lament at her demise.

This creature had somehow stopped the demoness’s

wild storm, which seemed to be of an ultimate and preternatural

evil. That revelation had brought me great

fear, for whatever it intended to do would surely beget

something impossibly worse. It spoke, as if sensing my

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