It all starts with a cough ...: Image Invisible - 50 words I finally did it. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't take it anymore. I went outside, finally breathing in the fresh air. But the air put something inside me, crawling in my lungs like spiders. I have to let them out. Why should I be the only one? Social Distancing - 100 words She kept knocking on my door, day after day. At first, I thought she was just lonely, so I indulged her, talking to her from my window. She seemed nice, but persistent. She wanted to come inside, saying she just wanted to have a normal dinner with another person again. Suddenly, I knew. She had it. It was making her do this. She wouldn't stop until she spread it to as many people as she could. I had to do it, for the good of my community. I made sure her grave was 6 feet deep. Can't get too close. Author's Note: I'm back again with another set of horror microfictions. Hopefully the subject matter of these storie