The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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being a great father. When she had our daughter, we
were both happy… Although I had thought it was
strange that not long before the birth… It couldn’t
have been more than 3 months beforehand; she had
asked for a closet that could be her own private space
with a lock and had requested to feed our daughter
privately. “It’s not too weird…” I thought, and I recommended
she take the guest room rather than just a
closet.
I think I’ve figured out now, how it is that
her weekend deliveries to Pike’s Place market got
started, though I’m still not sure why she started
them at that time. I often wondered why it was that
she requested only a closet of all things to herself. I
wondered where the silk that she took to Pike’s Place
market came from. I wondered why it was that after
she had our daughter, she requested me not to handle
her breasts in any way, unless I had her permission. I
still wonder what in the world she was feeding our girl
in that guest room. But these are answers I’ll never
have; since the house burned down. I had myself put
in here not only for protection; but also to get some
peace, and quiet. To give myself time to think and
sort all of this out.
The irony is that I haven’t had a moment’s
peace of mind since I got here. The firefighters told
me that no bodies were recovered from the fire. I
heard that my relatives had some kind of funeral or
service or something for my wife and daughter; but
I don’t know for certain that they’re dead. I was in
here. Waiting to hear hissing or scratching from the
other side of my cell door, or worse… to hear the door