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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aspy panic, causing spittle to dangled from my mouth<br />
as I drew a plethora of deep breaths. What if he wasn’t<br />
there, wherever there was?<br />
No, I couldn’t do it. Not here. Not in front of him. I<br />
thought I could, but I couldn’t, it was too ugly even for<br />
this damned place. When I made the realization that<br />
I would not be seeing him tonight, is when I cried. At<br />
the time, I didn’t know it, but I had a better plan than<br />
killing myself.<br />
I don’t know for how long I sat there, whimpering<br />
with a revolver pointed at my face, and drenched<br />
clothes wrapped icily around my body. At some point,<br />
the intruding sound of heavy footsteps quickly making<br />
their way down the path to where I sat, roused me<br />
from my frozen position. Instinctively, I raised my arm<br />
up until I felt the revolver was pointed at the space<br />
of nighttime darkness, that would soon be where the<br />
person clobbering towards me would be standing. <strong>The</strong><br />
footsteps disappeared. I tightened my grip on the gun.<br />
“You go’n shoot boy?” a grizzly voice sounded from<br />
behind a tree about thirty feet in front of me. Native<br />
southerner, by the sound of him, and large.<br />
“Who are you?” I said. My voice is quiet but harsh,<br />
like a strained whisper.<br />
“Groundskeeper,” he said, “who’dya think?”<br />
I lower my gun and stand up, “It’s away,” I said, feeling<br />
guilty at my hostility. I could feel him peeking from<br />
around the tree, though it was too dark to see him.<br />
Slowly, he stepped into view.<br />
Before me stood a tall and lanky old man. He smelled<br />
like death, and looked as though life had chiseled the<br />
wrinkles of his face into a permanent scowl. He wore<br />
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