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.

A tiny bow-backed woman dressed in a floral

apron and a long sleeved black dress opened the door.

“Jane darling this is Evelyn.” Mrs Briggs sang

out.

Jane silently bowed as much as her curved

back would allow her and then led them through a

panelled door into a tiny, airless room. Three heavy

wooden chairs were crowded around a worn, faded

rug and a mass of dead flies. Evelyn felt dizzy. She

rushed to the room’s only window and peered through

the cobweb-laden panes. Outside the twisted branches

of an ancient Yew tree gloated over the worn headstones

of the church cemetery. She was not greatly

comforted.

Jane took hold of her arm and led across the

crunching carpet of dead flies to another door. Evelyn

waved a nervous goodbye to Mrs Briggs, who

responded stout-heartedly with a show of crossed

fingers.

Tottering on her tiny feet the rigid old woman

led Evelyn into a room designed by her nightmares.

Centre stage, was the chair, a black leather-tilting

chair, with a wooden headrest and a worn wooden

footboard. Above it loomed a freestanding disc light,

as bent and buckled as Jane and just as dusty.

The room looked as if it doubled up as a junk

room, the shelves were crowded with clocks and jars

and glass cases; some of which were occupied by disintegrating

stuffed birds and startled looking rodents.

Leaning against the chair was an old battered

metal trolley on which held the remnants of an old

bicycle or perhaps it was a long redundant sowing

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