April 4, 1995 (The Fortean Times) - A man of 75, walking Jockel, his Dachshund, in Berlin on 4 April 1995, was attacked by a 43-year-old man who bit him on the neck, shouting "I am Dracula!" Passersby overpowered the attacker and handed him over to police. He said he had been drinking.

The victim went home and died an hour later from a heart attack.

She stands at the junction of the road,
The moon is clear and bright.
She chooses her quarry carefully,
Her prey must be just right.

She spies a young man walking by,
With a strong and confident gait.
She decides her feast will come from him,
No longer will she wait.

She follows him to a night club,
It vibrates with a pulsing beat.
She gazes across the dance floor,
His gentle eyes and hers meet.

She moves with slow and sensuous steps,
Her walk becomes a tease.

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May 12, 2007 (The Guardian / Gavin Bell) -- Mati the blacksmith was worried. A Romanian gypsy, he was usually in lively good humour, but today he was distraught. Recently men from a television company had come to his village, offering to install satellite dishes for free, and his daughter had taken one. Now he had been sent a bill for renting it, and he didn't have the money - or a television. His daughter had gone to work in Hungary and taken it with her. So he feared the worst. Would the police take him to prison?

Legend paints post-apocalyptic New York City as an urban jungle being replaced by actual jungle, with plants sprouting up through cracks in the sidewalks and a veritable field of waist-high grass in Times Square. So is this what would really happen if civilization ended?