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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voice. The brim of a baseball cap covered the majority

of his face. “Thought I’d stop by and give you a

little present. You don’t break a blood oath, Benny.

You just don’t.” Tom reached into his backpack and

pulled out a large knife. “You got me arrested. Twice!

I know you told the police I was involved with Jared.

You think I was going to let you get away with that?”

He waited until Benny’s swollen eyes were focused on

him before stepping closer.

“No, no,” Benny managed to groan out despite

not being able to move his jaw. “You bro—” Tom

hushed him, placing a hand over Benny’s mouth. You

broke the oath! Benny shouted mentally, trying to

move his head away from Tom’s hold. You were going

to rape my girlfriend!

Tom was too focused on the knife in his free

hand to notice the fierce glare being sent his way.

“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you? I’m going

to dig this into your throat and drag it all the way

across. You’ll bleed out before anyone has the chance

to come to your rescue. But just to make sure…” Tom

smirked and pressed a button on the EKG, silencing

the beeping. Benny jolted as the cold metal of the

knife was pressed against his throat. He registered a

sharp drag of pain even through the medication and

blood started flowing freely down his neck. “And

now we wait,” Tom smiled. The lines on the EKG

spiked erratically as Benny’s heart sped up. He

couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t

move, he couldn’t even bite the hand that covered his

mouth. All he could do was wait, as time seemed to

slow down, passing at an agonizing pace. “Almost

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