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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Brad was standing over Grady. He shrugged and Heather<br />
let the leg down so both ankles were resting on the stack of<br />
towels again. <strong>The</strong>n she unfolded Carlotta’s Vatican beach<br />
towel and covered Grady’s body with it. He watched the<br />
Pope’s waving hand settle over his groin as she pulled the<br />
towel up to his chin.<br />
Brad radioed. “We’ve done what we can to stabilize the<br />
patient. He’s paralyzed and nonresponsive, but the bleeding<br />
seems to be stopped and he’s not complaining of pain. We’re<br />
ready to transport. Over.”<br />
Heather stood up and stretched. She put her hands on her<br />
hips, arched her back and pushed her chest forward. Grady<br />
felt a stirring.<br />
Brad heard something unexpected through his earpiece<br />
and said, “Repeat?” He listened, frowned and nodded.<br />
“Okay. We’ll wait. Over.”<br />
Heather looked at him.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y don’t want us to transport?”<br />
“Nope. We’re supposed to wait for the police. <strong>The</strong>y don’t<br />
like it when we move shooting victims before they get here.”<br />
“But he’s in bad shape.”<br />
Brad shrugged. “<strong>The</strong>y told us to wait. What can I say?”<br />
He leaned down and poked at Grady’s head. “Good job of<br />
stuffing and wrapping, Heather. No one would ever know<br />
this was half gauze.” He straightened up and looked around<br />
at the bathroom. “Man. <strong>The</strong>se guys sure make a mess when<br />
they do this.”<br />
“What’s that?” Heather asked, pointing. “A tooth?”<br />
“I think so.” Brad stepped out of Grady’s field of view.<br />
“Yeah, it’s a molar. And another one’s stuck in this thing.<br />
What is this? A dildo?”<br />
Brad moved back into view and he and Heather both<br />
looked down at Grady. Heather took a piece of chewing gum<br />
from a pocket, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.<br />
“I wonder if he can understand us?” she asked, chewing.<br />
Brad shook his head. “I doubt it. I think he blew too much<br />
of his brain away.”