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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things at the end of her abdomen were huge, and they

were moving like an extra pair of fingerless arms…

no, like a cross between an arm and a finger. These

things were generating the silk that her hind legs were

gathering into a ball. And when the door opened, the

thing turned it’s “head”… it’s whole body almost, to

look at me. Because it’s head is it’s body.

Spiders have no true head. This ten foot tall

monstrosity, looked at me not with the gentle, understanding

eyes of my wife, but with eight eyes that

were like individual lifeless voids. So many eyes

reflecting back nothing but death. Silk still dripping

from it’s inhuman mouth parts. It was almost comical.

She dropped the silk ball she’d been rolling in her

front limbs, silk still trailing grotesquely from the…

things where her beautiful mouth had been. Gone was

her long black hair; replaced by dark stiff fur which

covered her entire body. Gone, was her thin, supple

form. Replaced by a nightmare of moving parts never

meant to be combined on this or any other world.

Gone was her perfectly proportioned stomach, and the

rest of that gorgeous body which she’d only let me see

so intermittently over the last few months. Replaced

by hydraulic moving parts which could only have

come from the wet dreams of H.R. Gieger himself.

Look a spider in the face sometime and tell me that it

looks like it belongs on God’s earth.

The first thing that came to mind was a scene

from Jaws. We’d watched the movie several times

together, and we’d had more than a few discussions

concerning the scene where Brody describes floating

on the open ocean with the sharks. He says that the

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