The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2

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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.

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fell into the gut, spurting blood everywhere.

Thomas looked upward seeking mercy in his

eyes. But the Hessian flashed a sardonic smile from

his emaciated face. Crooked yellow teeth showing

from a mouth that could never be truly fed; a hunger

that couldn’t ever be satiated. The bloodthirsty mercenary

was famished for more red meat. Lingering

over Thomas, letting the soldier bleed out and suffer

in agony, the Hessian glanced up at the wood line. A

ravenous gleam focused on Hannah.

There was a dissevering sound as the Cutlass

drove through his back and protruded from the Hessians’

chest. He dropped to his knees and then toppled

over beside Thomas. Sarah watched as the blood

gushing from his wounds slowly became clearer until

water leaked from the gashes, dripping off the tip of

the sword.

Sarah called for Hannah then leaned over

Thomas. She looked into his kind eyes feeling the

tragedy. Watching his head tilt slightly, she followed

the line of his vision to the sword. She knelt closer to

him. “Take it,” he muttered. “Melt down the blade and

leave here with your daughter.”

“What is it?” she said, perplexed.

The blade is silver.” He gurgled his last

breath. “Take it and flee.”

And with that Sarah understood that they had

barely escaped the icy hearts of the Wendigo.

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