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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“You’re probably right,” I agreed, and waited.<br />
“It was that bloody ghost,” he muttered.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> ghost? I thought that was one of the main attractions.”<br />
“It bloody was.”<br />
“So what happened? Didn’t it show up? Surely some nut<br />
out for publicity would claim to have caught sight of it, or<br />
another ghost, or something.”<br />
“No, that wasn’t it, and it wouldn’t have mattered anyway.<br />
People don’t need to see a ghost, but they’ll pay a bit more<br />
to know that they might,” explained Andy. “<strong>The</strong> problem<br />
was that this ghost kept appearing and then - doing what it<br />
oughtn’t.”<br />
“Tell me more,” I said, intrigued.<br />
I had become fond of the ghost ever since Andy had told<br />
me its tale after buying the Hall. It was a jester, in traditional<br />
parti-coloured motley, cap and bells and all, and had been<br />
the favourite of a king, many centuries ago.<br />
Fero the Fool had been blessed with many skills, juggling,<br />
tumbling and mimicry among them, but his most outstanding<br />
(not to say useful) trait was his ability to tell truth from<br />
lies. He would imitate cardinals, ambassadors and generals<br />
while juggling with their seals of office or mitres, and burst<br />
out laughing if they lied, as people at Court have so often to<br />
do. This diverted the king enormously, and he would wag his<br />
finger at the pompous courtier or slimy prelate and cry, “Aha,<br />
you’ve been found out! Fero has found you out!”<br />
Many times Fero proved useful to the king when powerful<br />
factions attempted political manipulation. Once, two noblemen<br />
staged a disagreement during a State dinner, to try to<br />
force the king to make an unwise declaration on a matter of<br />
some sensitivity.<br />
“A play! A play!” cried Fero, and clapped his hands.<br />
<strong>The</strong> nobles frowned, and attempted to carry on their discussion.<br />
“An Englishman’s religion,” began one, and as he contin-