The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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machine. “Why have a bicycle in a dentists?” Evelyn
asked grey Jane. Who smiled weakly as she moved
her towards the chair.
Evelyn’s eye fixed upon a row of dully-coloured
metal implements. The very instruments of
torture themselves, they did not shine or glint but lay
dull and heavy on their trolley like shards of dirty ice.
Evelyn giggled and covered her face with her hands.
The old woman patted her back gently.
Jane’s bony hand worked its way carefully
down Evelyn’s back in slow, firm circles until it rested
at the base of her spine and then, with a steady but
firm pressure she pushed Evelyn’s hip sideways; and
Evelyn fell into the sighing leather with a squeak.
The ceiling was filled with cobwebs. It occurred
to Evelyn that this was not a good thing. Not
a good thing at all but she couldn’t work out why?
She tried to turn her head to question her aged guide
but her head resisted her. She couldn’t move. A
strange sensation was creeping up her legs, in fact she
couldn’t feel her feet. She could see them, poking out
of the bottom of her black slacks but they were utterly
numb and totally unresponsive to her will, they would
not move.
“I think I may have overdosed.” She smiled, as
the warm, sodden duvet of dope, enfolded her.
“I haven’t felt this relaxed in years.” It was a miracle.
She was no longer afraid. “So…where’s the dentist?
Bring it on.”
The floor at her side creaked. From the corner
of her stupefied eye Evelyn could see a trap door
slowly rise. Cautiously it rose to its highest point and