The Hand
When I was aroundseven, something very strange happened to me. It was rainingoutside, so i stayed inside and watched the television. I lookedout of the window and in our row of trees saw a hideous,grotesque, decomposing arm reach out at me.
I ran to my mum crying my eyes out, and was plagued withnightmares for months on end. Since then, I have never seenanything else of the ghost, (the trees have since been cut down)but it still bothers me what the 'hand' wanted with me.