Zombie...

You stand there - frozen for a bit. It wasn't really a breath on the back of your neck but more of a lazy flow of stale air. Your hand flies up instinctively. There's someone behind you weazing - whispering, maybe. You can't quite make it out, but as you turn, you could swear you hear the word...

Full Moon Fever

You're walking outside one night - maybe down a country road or to the store or maybe you're throwing the trash out - but you're outside and you look up and notice how big and full the moon is. Like... wow. You trip and fall because you should have been paying attention to the ground. There are body parts - intestines, fingers and such - and you realize why it's also sticky. A shadow passes over you. He reaches out. But not to help.