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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I Am The Butcher

Logan Noble

By the time that the film finishes, my lust for

them is almost painful. The lights in the theater come

up slowly, and I watch as the sea of people before me

slowly comes to life, like insects before a flame. But

I don’t care for the others. I’m focused on the couple

now, zoned in as they bend to pick up their snacks,

their garbage, and then they are moving. I follow

closely, and I admire how good they look together, so

young, so fresh, and high on life. The crowd is dense,

but I glide through. I feel like a predator, so very

strong, sleek. No one notices me. They never do.

The outside air is cold, thin, the night fully

descended. The couple is moving slowly, drifting

meekly out onto Main Street, and I stick close behind.

The town is like an illustration on a Hallmark card,

small shops and dark bistros. It is a town of tolerance,

a town free of suspicion. I am the Butcher. I roam free

here, untethered as I bring in my prey, one after the

other, their fear fresh in the air. I inhale deeply. This

night is to be different than the others. I’ve spent so

much time, practicing and honing my skills, always

such stress. But perhaps it’s the stars above my head,

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