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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were under orders to say that security restrictions prevented<br />
them from talking about the personages who had slept<br />
there. So visitors assumed that current royals hung out there,<br />
whereas the staff hadn’t exactly lied - they weren’t allowed<br />
to give details of previous guests - so were at no danger from<br />
Fero.<br />
I hadn’t seen anything unusual by the time I went down<br />
for dinner. <strong>The</strong>re were no other guests, so Andy and I dined<br />
ằ deux.<br />
“Where’s Gwyneth?” I asked, thinking how much more<br />
agreeable dinner would be with her around.<br />
“She left me,” said Andy, laying down his fork.<br />
“Oh! I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” I said truthfully, feeling<br />
very sad for my friend.<br />
Andy waited for a moment or two and then nodded.<br />
“Yes. She said that she didn’t love me anymore, and that<br />
having been unfaithful to me with several men already, she<br />
couldn’t go on pretending, particularly in a place with a<br />
ghost who catches you out in every lie. So off she went.”<br />
“God, that’s awful.”<br />
“Yes, John, it is,” said Andy, looking at me with hard eyes.<br />
“And that’s why I was pleased when you wanted to come<br />
and stay here - here, where you can’t tell lies without being<br />
found out.<br />
John - were you one of the men whom Gwyneth slept<br />
with?”<br />
I realized immediately what had happened. Andy had concocted<br />
the ghost story - or its modern segment anyway - specifically<br />
to trick me, and maybe others, into confessing to an<br />
affair with his wife. <strong>The</strong> poor fool.<br />
Scarcely a beat passed before I said, very gently but firmly,<br />
“No, of course not. I would never do that to you -” at which<br />
point I broke off. Not just because of the misery and disappointment<br />
on Andy’s face, but also because I could hear the<br />
bells and the manic, terrifying laughter. Fero had found me<br />
out.