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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pedestrian revulsion.

“Onlooker, you seem distraught. Do not fret, my

nubile hominid. I have known of your presence since

before we entered this damned wood, and could have

removed you from the narrative of life before I was

birthed. As you can tell, I am inseparably attached to

this whore.

Though powerful in supernatural ways that could

topple your cities with the ease of waves against sandforged

sculptures, I still require a body with which

to perform the requisite gestures of destruction. You

seem to have adequately survived the maelstrom of my

mother’s attempted portal to the subterranean realms.

Good, you will be an excellent host to my spectral

self. Oh, do not look so frightened. You will retain your

mind and senses. I will simply operate the body of my

own volition. Together, we will commit atrocities that

even the most sadistic of your kind could not conjure

in the evilest of dreams. Accept this fate, there is nothing

else left for you. I have subsisted in the timeless,

inescapable oblivion as nothing but a formless wisp of

screams and nightmares. I will enjoy myself as a corporeal

entity, in you.”

That monstrous, enveloping darkness again returned

and consumed my senses. I felt a presence wrap

itself around my body completely enclosing my form,

and dragging me into some indescribable mire of darkness.

My mind failed to comprehend what besieged my

body, and after an interim of what seemed like eons, I

awoke on the muddy field.

I tried to stand, tried to make some kind of movement

to affirm that I was still in the world of the living,

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