The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
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hair. When Devlin’s bearings came back to him, he shot upright<br />
as if he were spring-loaded about the waist.<br />
“Boy, am I glad to see you,” he said to Jason as he rubbed<br />
sleep from his burning eyes.<br />
“You don’t even know the half of it,” Jason responded.<br />
“Yeah, well, I had the most bizarre dream.”<br />
“So did I. I was trying to wake you up all night but you<br />
were colder and more lifeless than a week-old corpse.”<br />
“Wait a minute. I think you’re confused. I was trying to<br />
wake you up all night. I was practically screaming in your—“<br />
But Devlin never finished his statement. He was distracted<br />
by Jason’s hand as it traced a small circle around the swollen<br />
patch of red which crept just beyond the hairline near<br />
his right temple. Instinctively and almost trance-like, Devlin<br />
stretched a bony index finger to his own temple and applied<br />
the slightest bit of pressure. Soreness. Just as he’d feared.<br />
“I think it’s time we head back to base camp,” Devlin<br />
mumbled. Jason, eyes wider than saucers, issued nothing<br />
more than a nervous half-nod. <strong>The</strong> two hikers packed up<br />
their equipment in the blink of an eye and were gone. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
never returned to the spot or spoke about their bizarre experience<br />
to anyone, and they never left the safety of the trail<br />
ever again.<br />
But sometimes as Jason and Devlin hiked and the twilight<br />
failed to cast anything more than dark shadows beneath the<br />
forest’s canopy, they would swear that a nearly imperceptible<br />
hum was snaking its way through the brush behind<br />
them. HEYYYAA! HEYYYA! heyaHEYAheya!
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