The Haunted Traveler Vol 1 Issue 2


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.


and a large knife. She began heating the blade in the

gas ring flames, humming some lullaby to herself.

‘Rhonda, did it -’

‘If you want to know if you can go now then

the answer’s yes. I’ll finish up here.’ She sighed. ‘You

never had the stomach for anything deep.’

‘I guess not.’ He knew better than to argue

with his sister. ‘I just need to know if -’

‘You’ll see when you get there.’ She was

standing with one hand on her hip, the glowing orange

blade pointing at his eyes. ‘Go and get your suit on.

Have you seen the time? The service will be over if

you don’t get a move on.’

That was fine with Jeff. He had every intention

of missing the service; funerals were bad enough without

hymns and preachers. It was only the internment

that interested him, and if Rhonda’s spell had worked,

then -

- then Rhonda was approaching the hapless

dog, and he hurried upstairs to get dressed before

she plunged the blade into its shallow beating chest,

pounding his feet on the risers to mask the crack of its

ribcage. Did she really expect him to eat the heart? Or

would she eat it herself? He couldn’t remember the

details, but he trusted his sister to work it all out.

A niggling anxiety refused to stop biting as he

did up his tie and polished his shoes with the bathroom

towel: what if the dog wasn’t enough? What if

they needed something bigger…what if they needed a


He drove the thought from his mind as he hurried

downstairs and out the front door, grateful he

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