The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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mauling the tip of Boyle’s pinky finger. Boyle shoved
the mangled digit between his lips, sucking away the
blood, finding as he did so that the maddening itch in
his nether regions abated.
‘Are you…’ Sandra was grimacing. ‘Did you
just pick your…then put it in …’ She trailed off, making
a gesture that there was something on his mouth.
Flynn and Bob were staring at him in slack jawed
disgust. The itch was returning with a higher intensity.
He rubbed at his lips and found some cushion fluff and
faecal matter there. A crocodile snap emanated from
his hind as a large rope of saliva dangled down between
his legs to puddle on the floor.
‘I’m…hungry,’ he said apologetically.
‘That’s it, I insist you call the police this instant,’
blurted Bob. ‘It’s clear this man’s unhinged. He
assaulted me and now he’s -’
‘Let’s all calm down, shall we?’ Flynn’s unctuous
voice was anything but the panacea he believed
it to be. ‘Assault? That’s stretching things a little, isn’t
it?’
‘But he -’
‘You were choking, Robert. Mr Boyle was
merely trying to remove the obstruction.’
‘What!’
‘You fell asleep, had a nasty dream no doubt,
nodded off mid biscuit and awoke to find Mr Boyle
trying to clear your airways. Naturally, you panicked.’
‘How dare you, I -’
‘You should be thanking Mr Boyle who, like
all our conscientious staff, is well equipped to handle
such emergencies. It’s highly probable he saved your