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.

Something nagged at her, a gnawing little mouse

crawling through the coils of her brain. Passing

through light and shadow, the world behind her closed

eyelids alternated between pinkish-red and maroon. It

reminded her of firelight playing on the walls.

You have to trick a changeling. There is only

one way, by brewing eggshells. I had lit a roaring

fire in the fireplace, lined up the eggshells before the

hearth. Still the creature would not stop crying.

“Here we are,” Deidre said.

Anna jerked, her eyes springing open. She

stared at the bassinette, heart thundering in her throat.

“Something’s wrong,” Anna said.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Deidre said, setting the

tray on the card table near the bed.

There is!” Anna trembled, a cold, slick sickness

roiling in her belly. There just beyond the wall of

memories, the truth lurked. It itched.

“Hush, everything’s okay,” Deidre said,

smoothing Anna’s wispy hair from her clammy brow.

“I have to check Serena,” Anna said, trying to


Deidre pushed on her shoulders, lowering into

her the chair.

“I’ll check on her. You rest,” Deidre said.

Anna relaxed, sinking back. She giggled, wiping

at her burning eyes.

“God,” she said. “I’m sorry; I guess I’m just


“Yes, you are.” Deidre leaned over the bassinette,

readjusting the blanket. “She’s just fine.”

“I think I was dreaming,” Anna said.


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