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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is the absolute height of evolution for aquatic based

hunting. And that’s exactly what the spider is for land.

It can trap prey in a number of different ways, chase

prey down, and or fight with prey outright and have a

fair chance of winning. And when you look into those

eyes… Those cold… dead… eyes… Her eyes didn’t

reflect light. They didn’t reflect anything. Even other

predators have eyes that say… something. Sharks and

spiders though… It’s as if they’ve traded their souls

to the Devil himself to become the masters of their

domains. Now there is nothing inside them… so they

eat to try and fill the void.

The flowers hit the floor. I’m not sure why

the baby bottles were standing so near the door, all in

a perfect line, but I could see in the ones which were

empty… they were full of cob-webs... Full of spider’s

silk. I realized too late that I had taken my eyes off

of the creature who was once my wife, and I fearfully

looked back up; expecting to have just enough time

to see her fangs heading for my shoulders, and to see

those mouth parts, still dripping some sort of drool; or

webbing or both, about to close around my head… but

no. She was still there. In shock. On the other side

of the room. That more than anything told me what

I most feared. It told me that no matter how much I

wanted to deny it… This creature was indeed my wife.

I ran.

I flew out of the doorway, then around our

bed and ran as fast as I could for the stairs: I had to

get downstairs and out the door. And I could hear her

right behind me. It… she was shrieking, and hissing,

and spitting, and that only made me run faster.

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