The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. 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. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. 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. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
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ity. But evidence of the green eyed monster was recognizably<br />
there. Having published little in academic journals and nothing<br />
in the way of fiction or poetry, she was extremely jealous<br />
of those who had, which was why I fell out of her favor. Not<br />
that I was ever in it. But as the years passed and my work appeared<br />
more frequently, her disdain grew until she could no<br />
longer accept me as a member of her department. I was not<br />
sufficiently academic. I did not have the required union card.<br />
But unknown to her, I recently discovered we had something<br />
in common–a dead sibling, mine, a sister, Gail by name.<br />
Hers, a brother named Joshua. Both died at the same age, forty-two;<br />
and from the same disease, Multiple myeloma. Gail<br />
died in nineteen sixty-five. Her brother about ten years ago.<br />
Yet our occult experiences were very similar.<br />
All of this came to me in the higgledy-piggledy construct of<br />
a dream about my sister. I seldom dream about my sister or,<br />
if I do, I do not remember the dream. But this one occurred a<br />
few days ago just before waking. In the dream, Gail pointed<br />
to another woman and told me to do something about her.<br />
“Use it,” were the only words I heard. “Use it,” she repeated.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n, just yesterday, another colleague told me about Annette’s<br />
brother. She was as close to him as I was to my sister.<br />
Now, all I had to do was to explain my occult experience and let<br />
her imagination play with it.<br />
After the brief interval of silence, Bruce pressed me for<br />
an answer, as I was sure he would. So, happily, I gave him<br />
what he wanted . . . “Many years ago,” I began, “I went island<br />
hopping in the Caribbean. My sons were very young at<br />
the time: ten and six. Because I was freelancing, any vacation<br />
was a working vacation. I’d write from nine in the morning<br />
to noon. <strong>The</strong> remained of the afternoon was given over to<br />
sightseeing or just relaxing, as much as a freelancer can ever<br />
relax.”<br />
“Come on, cut to the chase,” Paul said impatiently.<br />
He was right. Less is always more effective than more. It<br />
allows the listener or reader to be creative.