the freaks come out in the night,

by Rachel Lynch in


The girl in the road didn't move as the headlights swept over her.

She wore a long blue dress that was soaked from the rain, and her feet were bare. The approaching driver slowed and reached for her cell phone, thinking the girl might have been in an accident. But before she dialed, she took a closer look — and could scarcely believe what she saw.

Light seemed to pass through the girl, as though she were a figment from a disturbing dream. When the car pulled alongside her, she smiled, displaying blackened teeth in a deteriorating mouth.

Unnerved, the driver sped away.

"I want to see you, dearest, and want you badly," he wrote on April 8, 1915.

And her lips — those lips that only 36 hours earlier had kissed him good night. They were swollen, blistered and frothed with blood.