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.

droplets, drenching my over coat in mere moments as

I staggered from my vehicle. All around me, echoed the

roaring storm. Above me, darkening clouds twisted

and turned into varying malicious shapes; it appeared

that both the wind and rain were coming from every

direction. The rusting chains held strong for a few moments.

They initially resisted the efforts of the bolt cutters,

but required little perseverance to finesse away.

The gate doors creaked forward and lurched for my

lapels, as if to casually shake me to my senses. The act

was almost friendly, but I am not so easily fooled, and

immediately diagnosed this lurching as an act of ill

intent on behalf of my iron acquaintance, of course. I

stepped forward, allowing muscle memory to carry me

down the trail towards my destination. Upon passing

the threshold of the gate, I could sense that it was a

place of great evil as I had done many times before in

the past week. Still, through the prying sense of dread,

I continued forward.

The soil was most certainly predominately packed

with well-dressed skeletons. I was surprised the roots

of any plants had found room amongst the bones to

grow. A few scrawny trees had taken root, and were

actively reaping the nutritional benefit of the rich carrion.

These despicable, miniscule trees had a thick,

jagged, black bark that formed a very abrasive exoskeleton

around the thin and fragile plant. To run your

hand over it was the equivalent of a tiger shark, or

freshly laid gravel. Their leaves withered indefinitely,

and sported a sickly dark-purple hue. These bastardly

plants, had a single redeeming quality, which was their

ability to produce sweet fruits that resemble fuzzy or-

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