The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2


Kick in Halloween with the latest issue of The Haunted Traveler. We opened up and looked for the strangest and the most horrific tales from this universe, bringing them here in a single collection for the readers to get a little twisted. The Haunted Traveler is a horror and science fiction literary anthology that releases twice a year. Published through Weasel Press, the anthology seeks to roam around with the stories you'll never forget. Those dark little tales that are sort of etched in everyone. We love the dark and twisted and we really want to be scared. Check out our website to see when we're open next. 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.


Boyle was about to explain how it was all

Bob’s fault, pointing at the yapping mess as evidence,

but the sight of one of Bob’s wiry nasal hairs, curled

like a question mark and glued to his fingernail,

stopped him in his tracks. The whole world shrunk

down until that pubic cable resembled a lifeline or a

noose. Puffing out his chest, he followed Flynn out of

the Day Room, glaring at any leviathan brave enough

to meet his eye.

‘What the hell are you playing at!’ demanded

Flynn, slamming the office door, instantly rendering

the cramped little room even more claustrophobic.

Boyle’s head began to swim. He sat down quickly,

hoping to rub his butt along the chair and get some

relief. He barely heard the wrath spewing undigested

from his boss.

‘Have you any idea what another lawsuit

would do to this institution? What if he calls the police?’

‘It looked a lot worse than -’

‘Are you serious? It looked like you were

trying to bloody kill him! What the hell’s wrong with

you? Stop fidgeting man.’

But Boyle couldn’t.

Something was happening down below, something

terrible; This must be what giving birth feels

like, he thought. Something in his anus seemed to

clench and yawn; there was a loud ripping noise followed

by an alligator snap.

‘What the -’ Flynn was saying, coming round

the desk to investigate. Boyle was standing now, staring

at the large chunk missing from the cushion on

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