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.

saying instead, “Yeah, okay.” He watched as Tom

picked up another of the daggers and drug the blade

across his palm, hissing in pain, before Benny performed

the motion on himself. Blood welled up from

the wound, dripping down his wrist as he looked

towards his friend.

Tom grabbed Benny’s bleeding hand with his

own, pressing their palms together tightly. “I vow to

never betray you, Benny.”

“I vow to never betray you, Tom,” Benny repeated.

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As Tom grew older, his actions became erratic.

Before he was 14, he had gotten into six fights

in school, his attitude would turn on a dime, and he

slapped his father across the face. Benny went with

his friend’s family when they took him to a psychiatrist

like he had suggested. As they sat in the waiting

room, Tom was led away with a scowl on his face.

Unable to handle the stifling tension in the room,

Benny turned to Tom’s father. “Mr. Bowers?”

The weary man looked at the boy and tried to

smile. “What’s up, Bud?”

Benny hesitated for a moment, unsure of what

to say, before settling on something that he had been

curious about for a while. “Tom showed me the daggers

that he found in the attic a couple years ago…I

was wondering if you could tell me where they were

from.”

Mr. Bowers smiled and ruffled Benny’s hair.

“Sure. Those daggers belonged to my great-grandfather.

He was a part of a very unique religion called

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