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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soon enough, but not his, and not the pure blood of

birth but the stale clotted blood of death.

It was the one part of the ritual he was not

looking forward to, though the poor dog’s tortured

eyes ran it close. Taking a deep breath he walked back

among the bleached mounds and hillocks, the voice a

hook in his brain pulling him on, feeling like one of

the black spirits he was about to summon forth.

He strode among the mourners, crackling with

power, brushing aside a few of the braver pensioners

who tried to bar his way; they were all so old and

decrepit, what kind of a send off was that? They had

tried to keep Gemma in a withered cage too. His eyes

stayed fixed on Mrs Keys’ pinched knuckle of a face,

alabaster behind its veil, her cold eyes still judging,

weighing, judging.

He stooped, barely breaking stride, to pluck a

rock from the path, smiling at its heft. above the sky

moaned, the sun darkening to a bloodball, hanging

like a viscous tumour.

Time to atone, Mrs Keys.

The voice echoed this sentiment, and at its

touch his mouth soured and twitched, his tongue

recoiling as if from a live battery. He was only slightly

aware that he was fully aroused as he descended upon

her.

With the first blow her skull cracked with

eggy aplomb. She let out a kitten cry, nothing more,

that was drowned out by the thunderous flap of the

stone angels flanking the grave as they stretched their

marble wings, rattling their sabres against the plinths.

He brought the rock down again and again,

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