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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53<br />
A Dead Sleep<br />
Frank Morelli<br />
It’s funny how twilight never bothers to sneak past the<br />
boundaries of the canopy. As such, the two hikers fondled<br />
their way through underbrush. <strong>The</strong>y moved cautiously and<br />
stopped often to untangle loose clothing from the clutches of<br />
thorny vines, or to allow vulnerable eyes to adjust to rapidly<br />
falling darkness.<br />
<strong>The</strong> path had been abandoned hours ago and against Jason’s<br />
better judgment. He was the level-headed one. <strong>The</strong> joys<br />
of hiking were enough to keep him occupied without having<br />
to search for additional thrills. For Devlin, however, the journey<br />
was often not considered an adventure until you faced a<br />
substantial element of danger.<br />
“I don’t know where the hell we are,” Jason grumbled.<br />
“What the hell’s a burial ground look like anyway?”<br />
“What do you think it looks like?” Devlin was tired of the<br />
bellyaching by now. “You never been to a cemetery before?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y’re Native Americans, Dev. You really think we’ll<br />
stumble over a headstone or something? And even if we do,<br />
what will we do when we get there?”<br />
“Don’t you ever stop whining? If I wanted to hear this crap<br />
I should have brought my little sister.”<br />
“If I wanted to have any fun I should have stayed back<br />
with your little sister.”<br />
Devlin grabbed Jason by the collar and pulled him within<br />
three inches of his face. “You better take that back right