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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“Dreams are funny creatures,” Deidre said,

returning to the table. “Breakfast time.”

Anna stood, stretched and padded to the card

table. Deidre cleared away the magazines, sketch pad

and box of crayons, stacking them neatly to one side.

Sitting, Anna eyed the meal. Oatmeal congealed in a

bowl, swimming in a pool of melted butter and brown

sugar. Dry, dark toast flanked the bowl; cut into precise

triangles and in the upper corner sat a plastic cup

of orange juice, a smaller paper cup by its side.

“I don’t want it,” Anna said, pushing the tray

across the table.

“Nonsense. Eat,” Deidre said, inching the tray

toward Anna. Crossing her arms over her chest, Deidre

loomed tall and authoritative.

Anna grimaced, lifting the spoon of oatmeal to

her mouth. It stuck cold and thick to her tongue. Swallowing,

Anna repeated until the cereal disappeared,

her belly leaden. Unbidden tears seeped from her eyes,

and glancing upwards, a spike of fear rattled through

her. Deidre smiled, her teeth flashing sharply.

“You’re a demon sent to torment me, aren’t

you?”

“Oh, no, honey. I’m here to take care of you,”

Deidre said.

Anna sobbed, cradling her head in her palms.

“I think it’s time for a nap.”

Deidre removed Anna’s hands from her face

and wiped her cheeks with a soft, scented handkerchief,

humming a lullaby. Anna gazed into Deidre’s

eyes, searching for answers, searching for hope.

“Come on. You’ll feel much better soon,”

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