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.

her head appeared again and the whirring intensified.

A gyrating drill trilled roughly in the corpse’s hand.

Mr Hedges drove his empty hand into Evelyn’s mouth

and wedged it open with his bony knuckles. The drill

moved inside, clattering, clattering against her teeth.

Evelyn awoke, her head was full of the taste

of cloves. For a moment Evelyn had the impression

she was watching herself move, as if her senses were

somehow lagging behind her body. She caught up

with herself on the edge of the dentist’s chair. Leaning

forward, she eased herself up and out of the chair.

She didn’t topple over. Panic pricked her heels and

she jumped across the room and fled through the door

before she’d even taken another breath.

Mrs Briggs sat in the waiting room; an empty

cup and saucer perched on her knee. “Hello dear, all


Evelyn gasped for breath, her pounding heart

intent on blocking her windpipe.

“Jane asked if you’d mind paying in kind. I

told her that would be fine. She left a shopping list,

just a few groceries really.”

Evelyn stared at her, madly sucking in air.

There’s no hurry you could drop them off


“Dead.” Evelyn panted.

Mrs Briggs nodded perfunctorily.

“Dead!” Evelyn screamed.

“Yes dear. For years now, just before I married

Mr Briggs.”

“You knew!”

“Of course.”


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