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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As the heads began to grow, they appeared

to be three-dimensional. 3D, cool, he thought, this is

great software. They grew to the size of the screen

and then appeared to begin to bulge outward. Damn,

Achermann thought, that’s really cool 3D; I gotta

crack this. Achermann tried to reach for his mouse but

discovered that his hands and arms would not move.

He tried to stand up but his legs would not move. He

tried to cry out, but his head and lips would not move.

He watched as the 3D dogs’ heads extended out from

each of the screens. The heads seemed to be right in

front of his nose. Achermann smelled phosphorus. My

board’s burning, he thought; I have to turn this thing

off. But he could not move as the dark red nostrils

of the dogs’ faces sniffed him. He could not move or

speak as the three mouths opened in unison; wider and

wider.

Molly Achermann entered her son’s self-styled

man cave with his chips. She hated the basement. It

smelled of sweat and grime and other things and she

did not like it. $80,000 for a college degree and the

boy sits in the dark in the basement and surfs for porn,

she thought disgustedly.

She looked around the room. He wasn’t there.

Bastard, she thought. Spoiled bastard. Yelling at me

for chips and then leaving. At least he’s out of the

house hopefully she thought. She looked at the three

screens on his desk and cringed. What is that boy getting

into now. The background on each screen was a

human, flayed skinless and nailed to an upside down

cross in a burning circle. He appeared to be screaming.

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