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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HEYYYA! heyaHEYAheya! Before he could move even a fraction<br />
of an inch, one of the forms broke from the ranks and<br />
was upon him.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ghostly brave held a strong, brown hand to Jason’s<br />
throat and a heavy stone weapon poised for use at his right<br />
temple. “Devlin!” Jason tried to shout, but any hint of sound<br />
was choked out by the strong hand and the rising intensity<br />
of the chant. HEYYYAA! HEYYYA! heyaHEYAheya!<br />
<strong>The</strong> ritual seemed to last for hours. HEYYYAA! HEYYYA!<br />
heyaHEYAheya! Jason could barely breathe. He could not<br />
move or communicate. HEYYYAA! HEYYYA! heyaHEYAheya!<br />
Tears and sweat combined on his cheeks and poured down<br />
through the semi-transparent hand and onto Jason’s chest.<br />
HEYYYAA! HEYYYA! heyaHEYAheya!<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the chant came to a sudden stop and all the forms<br />
froze on the spot. A chieftain with a headdress of hawk and<br />
falcon feathers stepped forward and handed Jason’s captor<br />
a small, stone chalice about the size of a tea cup. <strong>The</strong> captor<br />
held Jason down with a knee to the throat and lifted the receptacle<br />
high above his head. <strong>The</strong> rest of the tribe responded<br />
with a series of shouts and whoops. <strong>The</strong>n the chalice was<br />
placed beside Jason’s temple and the stone knife made contact<br />
with the skin.<br />
Jason could feel the warmth trickle down the side of his<br />
head and run into the chalice. He could feel life and energy<br />
and love running out of his body all at once. He could see<br />
the moon and all the shapes growing darker and darker still,<br />
until blackness was all that surrounded him. His eyelids fell<br />
shut and all was lost.<br />
Jason did not regain consciousness until the first rays<br />
of light from the morning sun fell upon the Earth and the<br />
twinkling banter of songbirds filled the surrounding forest.<br />
He opened his eyes slowly and was met immediately with a<br />
view of the tent’s ceiling and the sound of Devlin’s snoring.<br />
“Dev, wake up,” he said in a hoarse whisper. This time his<br />
friend grunted and opened a single eyelid the width of a stray
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