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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Gemma climbed from her casket, a wisp of a

thing already robed in grave worms, clutching to its

sides with bony claws as if to prevent her from floating

away. The angels cawed at the smell of her mouldering

bones. The carnage around him dimmed, the

sound bleeding away; he felt like he was deflating, the

very sight of her a sucker punch.

He had not seen her at the end. Now, his mind

reeled, at a loss to explain how she went from bombshell

to Belsen so quickly.

She wore an old fashioned blue dress, the one

he hated, the one her mother bought her and the one

he had mocked her for, calling her Goody Keys. The

bastards had sent her into eternity dressed for antiquity.

The dress hung awkwardly on her coat-hanger

shoulders, billowing against her nonexistent breast.

She tottered toward him on spindly legs with a

face like mouldy fruit. She smiled, revealing the pale

grey remnants of gums, and an old familiar maggot

thought burrowed into his brain – How can such a

thing exist?

When Rhonda hatched this plan to alleviate his

guilt revenge had been a secondary motive to him. His

first thought had been of Gemma, of seeing her again,

but in his heated delusions she had been healthy, vital,

pure; not this soulless stumbling husk accusing him

with its festering eyes. He hadn’t realised she had

awaited eternity’s kiss with such an eager mouth.

All the words he had constructed, rejected,

and rearranged in countless affirmations of worship

decayed now in his heart, rang untrue in the sobering

knell of her ragged breath. She touched his chest with

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