You walk down one street to find all of the street lamps begin flickering. In the flickering shadows you can see the shadows of hung corpses, jerking about as though dancing.

One traffic light shows all lights as green.

Footprints seem burned into the cement.

See a man dragging himself along into a storm water drain. When you get close, you see a stained silhouette of him.

Several people in the crowd have their heads twisted backward but they act just like they were normal.

An odd siren plays in the distance that stops all the people in their tracks, causing them to turn and head towards the source. The siren stops and they all resume doing what they were doing. It happens with increasing frequency, taking longer each time to stop.

You move into a new apartment, and introduce yourself to the neighbors. They act as though you've been there for years, and they don't like you much. In fact, everyone seems to know you, and hold a very low opinion of you.

You're walking down a side street, and everything goes silent. No traffic, no sirens, no music, no humming air conditioners. The only sound is your own breathing. Even the air is still. Then you round a corner and everything's normal again.

Every paving stone. curb or concrete block you set foot on cracks. So does every pane of glass you look through.

You start seeing your name scrawled on walls everywhere you go.
You can hear a tremendous thudding sound coming from the next street over, but when you reach it, there's nothing. The sound repeats throughout the day, separated from you by just one wall, or office building. Sometimes it comes from the other side of a bus stopped in traffic. No-one else seems to notice.

Your electricity gets cut off, because the power company thinks you're dead. Then the water, for the same reason. The post office begins returning your mail to sender. The bank closes your account. No matter how many calls you make or who you visit, you somehow keep getting officially listed as dead.

Every night as you return home, your neighbors all turn their lights out as you walk up the steps to the building.

Someone keeps sliding newspaper clippings of horrible crimes committed in your apartment under your door. No matter how many times you move, they always seem to know where you are, and somehow find fresh crimes to shock you with.

The sky is a weird brownish red, like blood stains, and the clouds are thick and redder, like blood clots (welcome to Adelaide).

Every time they pass through one of the busiest streets, they find that there is more and more mold. At first it's just in the cracks of buildings and pavement, then it's thickly encrusting window panes and soon it will make doors hard to open, cover sections of pavement. No one else steps on or touches the mold nor do they acknowledge it as oddly thick.

A television set sits in an alley. It's a plasma screen. Oddly, no one steals it. The next day, there's an expensive DVD player in a trolley. The next day the handles are hung with jewelry. Anyone who steals one of the items, finds that it's jammed, filled with, some sort of odd material that seeps out during the night, looking oddly like snail trails.

All the street vendors refuse to talk to you. They pack up and silently leave when questioned.(edited)
The mall they go into has shops that change position and doors that never seem to be in the same place twice. The mall directory can never be found.

As you walk down a street, you notice the street lights are flickering. Looking down, you see the shadows of figures hanging from the shadows of the street lights, seeming to jerk and twitch as though electrocuted. As you pass one of the street lights, the hairs on your arms rise up and you start to fell warm...

You go into a clothing store which is unique for having its mannequins suspended from the ceiling, chat to the cheery store clerk and take some clothes into the clothing room. After trying on everything, you come out and find the place deserted and all the mannequins are no longer intact, but they still all hang from the ceiling, in menacing poses. What's more, there's a streak of thick red blood clotting on the ground, leading behind the counter.

All the windows on the apartment building you pass explode outward at the same time, creating a shower of glass that seems to drop down around you in slow motion.

You go into a book store and notice that all the words on the spines of each book seems to blur into each other. You just can't seem to distinguish any of the letters. What's worse, the letters seem to almost coalesce with letters on the spines of the other books.

Every photography-shop you pass has all the pictures in the display windows turned with the picture into the wall, except one, which is a picture of a young man with a disproportioned face. He looks ill or somehow odd. As you pass the shop his face seems to become grimmer and darker, and his eyes seem to follow you, same as the eyes in certain old paintings. Obviously just tricks of the light...
You pass by a construction site, where in work is being done on a waterline main or some such. The hole is quite wide and deep. There are two construction workers in an even deeper hole in the middle. They are bent over, and several machines are humming or otherwise making noise. Over the noise, you also seem to hear the sounds of muffled yelps or cries. Whenever the construction workers stop the machines, the yelps seem to stop also. Two other workers are doing work outside the deep hole, and both seem to be sweating quite profoundly. It's also a hot day, though.

It rains in your street; all day, every day.

The apartment where you live overlooks a funeral director's. Through the skylight, you can see a succession of autopsies on weirdly deformed people.

You see a succession of people enter an apartment building opposite where you live. You never see anyone come out.

The church near your home is filled with sounds of loud choir singing in another language. You can also here in the undertones, what sounds like an exhausted voice screaming for help, but it's hard to be sure if you truly hear it or if you just think you hear it.

A dumpster in an alley just across from you has an arm hanging out of it. When you go to check, you find it's just a mannequin. You start seeing mannequins about frequently, on park benches, sitting on the steps to apartments. One day, your old friend comes over, complaining of nightmares, and goes to sleep on your couch. You wake up to find a mannequin lying in place there.

Every time you come home, the phone in your apartment rings as you approach the door. But you can never open the door in time and no one ever leaves a message. Your caller ID says 'Private Name, Private Number'.

You wake in the middle of the night certain that someone is in the room with you. Lying there, silently, you can hear their breathing. You turn the light on but no one is there.
A helicopter seems to follow you all day, every day, buzzing high in the sky above.

Late one night, you've been out drinking and can't seem to catch a taxi home. They all ignore you, speeding by. As you decide to walk home, you notice that the buses aren't running either. And now the taxis stop passing you as well. So do the other cars. Now you notice there isn't another single person or car or bus or anything on the street around you. You are alone.

You try to pay for your groceries at the store and your wallet is empty but a stack of faded photographs. You hand the photographs to the checker, he accepts them and gives you 'change' in other, smaller snapshots. You see that his register is full of only photographs.

While driving at night you overtake a slowly moving hearse. After passing the car you check your rear view mirror and there's nothing behind you but open road. After a while the hearse is again in front of you.

Across the city