Horror, Short Story, by t.pittman
A movement to his left caught Brian's eye as he turned his head to peer out the driver's window. The cloud seemed to be thinning and he could see a woman rising up between the pickup and the railing; without thinking he reached for the door handle. His first reaction was to get out and help her, but something in her movement stopped him. She reminded him of a puppet--as if someone was pulling her strings. Her arms jerked upwards while her legs worked beneath her rigidly trying to force the rest of her body into a standing position. Brian sat frozen as she turned towards the window. Her eyes were red and drops of blood fell from the corners like tears. Brian remembered seeing a dog with eyes like that once; it had been hit by a car: internal bleeding. He wondered if she had gotten trampled on.
but if you click on it, it will enlarge the picture
If you'll notice, in the bottom left corner...it's the dragon I did in front of a moon. :D