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.

the tall soldier stepped after her. Grabbing hold of

her dress, he ripped the neckline. Her firm torso was

exposed. And a few colonial notes fell to the plankboard

floor. Although folded into squares, the familiar

imprint of a codfish was apparent on a few of them.

Even the Hessians could tell that the papers were Massachusetts

colonial pound-notes.

“Just what I thought,” the tall soldier said.

Sarah clenched her dress together and then bellowed

hysterically, “You’re soldiers,” she said. “You can’t do

this. We’re loyalists and my husband died in the fighting.

I sold everything for fare back to England.”

“We’re just soldiers for hire,” the tall soldier


Then she heard the crack of a musket. The tall

soldier fell to the floor and Sarah looked to see smoke

coming from the barrel of the other soldier’s rifle. He

was grinning malevolently. Dropping his weapon, he

stepped toward Sarah, his creepy eyes honing in on

her chest. She stepped back. Bending down to scoop

up the money, he never diverted his eyes from her.

Then he straightened up and pushed Sarah against the

wall. She screamed.

Sarah heard him gasp and then his eyes bugged

out. As he collapsed to the floorboards, she could see

the end of a spiky bayonet protruding from his side.

The tall soldier lay strewn beside him. A swath of

blood showed his trail over the floorboards, the dying

path of his vengeance.


Dragging the corpses outside, Sarah pulled

each of them around the side of the house, so her


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