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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protect Susan, he tried to talk me out of the thing I had

become, said I was telling stories. Lots of policemen

that day, and no one seemed to believe me. And, since

I was eighteen, Daddy sent me here. Said I was sick.

Said men like you needed to help me.”

Jen swallowed, and her throat felt dry. She

wanted some water, but she knew this session was

nearly over. Doctor Ryans had finished his cigarette,

and now he only sat back and watched me, his face

impassive. “I think that’s it Doctor. I came here and I

met you.”

Doctor Ryans remained motionless, and, after

a moment, slowly leaned forward. He adjusted the

glasses on his face. “So that night, you transformed

into a creature?” Jen nodded. “Have you done it

since?”

“I have Doctor. I’ve gotten better with it. I

can transform at will now.” She said, and she saw

the doubt in the doctor’s eyes. He had a right to not

believe her. It sounded crazy, but the transformation,

the tearing of her skin, the claws, it felt natural. It felt

like her, what true self, the thing beneath her skin.

Maybe if she changed. In this room. Then he would

see, and maybe they would send her home, out of this

hospital, and she could see Daddy, and see Susan,

and they wouldn’t be scared of her. It was nature, and

as Jen closed her eyes, she focused. The doctor was

speaking, saying something, but she tuned him out. He

needed to see. She wasn’t insane, not like the others in

the hospital called her; she knew exactly what she was

meant to be. She thought of the farm, thought of her

sister, screaming even as her eyes were ripped from

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