The Hungry Moon (Fiction Without Frontiers)

by Ramsey Campbell

“Moonwell. You know, the place where I ran into all that religious hysteria. Even you thought they were going a bit far when I told you about it.”

Two hundred yards away, at the centre of the stony bowl, the cave gaped.

A reservoir glared in his eyes, a sports car edged up behind him until their bumpers were almost touching, then swung round him and at once was braked so sharply at a bend that Craig almost rammed it.

She learned what it was hungry for: whatever distinguished the human from the animal.