The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

A tiny bow-backed woman dressed in a floral
apron and a long sleeved black dress opened the door.
“Jane darling this is Evelyn.” Mrs Briggs sang
out.
Jane silently bowed as much as her curved
back would allow her and then led them through a
panelled door into a tiny, airless room. Three heavy
wooden chairs were crowded around a worn, faded
rug and a mass of dead flies. Evelyn felt dizzy. She
rushed to the room’s only window and peered through
the cobweb-laden panes. Outside the twisted branches
of an ancient Yew tree gloated over the worn headstones
of the church cemetery. She was not greatly
comforted.
Jane took hold of her arm and led across the
crunching carpet of dead flies to another door. Evelyn
waved a nervous goodbye to Mrs Briggs, who
responded stout-heartedly with a show of crossed
fingers.
Tottering on her tiny feet the rigid old woman
led Evelyn into a room designed by her nightmares.
Centre stage, was the chair, a black leather-tilting
chair, with a wooden headrest and a worn wooden
footboard. Above it loomed a freestanding disc light,
as bent and buckled as Jane and just as dusty.
The room looked as if it doubled up as a junk
room, the shelves were crowded with clocks and jars
and glass cases; some of which were occupied by disintegrating
stuffed birds and startled looking rodents.
Leaning against the chair was an old battered
metal trolley on which held the remnants of an old
bicycle or perhaps it was a long redundant sowing
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