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.

luminous.

The shopping hordes with hands wrapped around

steel framed carts and arms cradling blue baskets with

black handles (painting supplies, sections of fencing,

various tools and nuts and bolts being gathered for

weekend DIY projects).

Heads turn, smooth and without age—mannequin

faces boring through me with lidless eyes and gaping

mouths, and mindfulness is a fevered poker tearing up

my spine and slicing across the shoulders, unforgiving

and demanding to leave this place, my quickest exit,

the Express Lane escape and it’s there, miles away,

check-out lane #17 and The Green Line, but that poker

is white hot purpose pushing me forward. Run. Like.

Hell.

Raven’s screams snatch me by the throat and haul

me back to the now; music pounds through the store’s

speakers. I drop my basket and rush to the rear of the

store. A large, reflective sign with blue lettering hangs

from the warehouse ceiling: LAWN AND GARDEN.

There is a roar, bellows of blue smoke, aroma of gasoline

and oil.

Dr. Sawyer’s in-lobby-pre-session check list:

#3 – Please Rate from 0 to 10 (10 being the most intense)

OLAFACTORY HALLUCINATIONS.

Around the corner and a wall of choking smells—

blood and copper, steel and singed hair and flesh. Raven

pinwheels. A chainsaw bounces at her feet and

scrapes against the floor, sparking the air. The left side

of her Pea Coat is soaked through with blood. Her

screams, laughing, spinning and the brilliant red spray

from the hollow of her shoulder.

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