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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wife and I.

It scares me to think that this kind of thing

might have happened now and again through the ages.

How many of us are sleeping next to monsters? Or

could it be that I’m the one this keeps happening to?

That I keep on being re-incarnated to suffer this horrible

fate until I get it right? Neither thought really

brings me comfort.

So why am I talking about this then, and especially

in such detail? Because I do have to admit that,

as far as I know, she never hurt me or our daughter.

Because every day and every night that I stay here, I

remember how safe I felt sleeping, blissfully unaware

of the truth. And because I’d prefer to go back to that

bed, and sleep next to that thing rather than spend another

night in here. “No.” I remind myself. “Not back

to “that” bed; back to “my” bed. And “that thing”

is… was, your wife. But either way it’s too late. Here

I am. And he’ll keep me here. Because my plight

amuses him.

My wife was beautiful, and smart as a whip.

She looked exotic: like you couldn’t tell quite what

her ethnicity was; and that was alright with both of us.

She only had a couple of close friends, but she loved

to debate philosophy and she loved a well told story,

be it from a book, a movie, a tv show or any other

method of delivery. Honestly, she just had a lust for

life in general. Like me, she lived a pretty clean life,

preferred reading quietly at home to going out to party

in a club, and couldn’t stand country music. She had a

great job that she loved, and she was doing fine all by

herself.

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