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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gasoline and had set it aflame. <strong>The</strong> sign of the beast<br />
glowed indignantly. I cast the hood of my black robe<br />
over my head, as to feel no guilt as the groundskeeper<br />
watched me, and gagged in horror.<br />
In the middle of the pentagram was chained a ram.<br />
Beneath this goat is where my son was now buried,<br />
soaking up the cursed magic that lingered in the soil.<br />
I stepped towards the ram in the center of the flaming<br />
pentagram, and produced a jagged dagger. <strong>The</strong> moon<br />
was finally in position. I raised the dagger towards the<br />
sky, and slowly drew it down towards Hell. When the<br />
dagger was pointed at the floor, I raised it once more,<br />
and slit the ram’s neck. He let out a shrill scream and<br />
twitched a bit, then fell to floor motionless. His blood<br />
was warm on my hands.<br />
I sat in the middle of the pentagram, waiting for the<br />
soil beneath me to rumble. I waited for the grey fingers<br />
of my monster son to poke out through the dirt,<br />
and grasp hungrily at his offering chained to the tree.<br />
I waited, and waited…and then I cried. I couldn’t stop<br />
crying.<br />
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