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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wanting to replenish their dying stock or simply to

behold the beauty of the child. Serena was beautiful.

My wispy blond hair and Henry’s green eyes, like

emeralds they sparkled and danced.

Anna awoke, uneasiness spiking through her

body. The sun had fled, leaving the room cold and

dismal without its presence. Anna shivered. Sitting

upright, she threw the blankets from her and stood.

Serena gurgled, the sound reedy and thin.

Fire. That cleanses everything. The creature

squirmed in my arms, its eyes screwed shut as it

wailed. The sound, piercing, nestled into my head. It

never shut up. Not my daughter. The fire was the answer.

Its flesh reminded me of barbeque as it burned.

Anna retched, spewing the remnants of breakfast.

Rushing toward the bassinette, she slid in the pool of

vomit. She screamed, bracing her fall against the card

table. Anna righted herself and dashed to the baby.

“Not my DAUGHTER!”

Anna’s hands crawled to her mouth as she

stared down at the thing lying where Serena should

have slept. Its plastic skin shone in the waning light,

smooth and dead. Glass eyes, blue and not green,

regarded her dully.

The door opened behind her. Anna lifted the

doll and turned, facing Deidre.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Deidre’s eyes

flashed from Anna to the object she held. It dangled

from her hand, the eyes fluttering as it swung back and

forth.

“Liars and cheats!” Anna grasped the doll by

its arms and yanked. The torso fell to the floor with a

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