User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-27044593-20151010144411

The hand.

Elyse laid restless in her bed.It was past midnight now, and still the eight year old couldn't sleep.Her wide dark eyes scanned the shadows on her ceiling. A feeling of dread filled the pit of her stomach.The same feeling that she felt when she was six, the same feeling when she saw her.No, not the same.Worse, far worse.Something bad was comming.Something filled with hate and anger. But what?

'Scratch, scratch, scratch.'  Something was at her bedroom door. "Bo?" She asked, thinking it was her dog.She could see the shadows moving under the crack of her door. As she watched the shadows, she knew it wasn't her dog. Whatever it was, it was glowing.Slowly something began to pull itself through the crack under her door.Once it was through, she saw to her horror, that it was a severed human hand.The blood still fresh on the wrist, where its arm would be.

Once it was inside, it paused.As if to scan the room.It then charged her bed.She knew, this time, no amount of talking would save her from this one.Only action.She grabbed her pillow, and waited till it reached her bed.She then flung the pillow onto the hand.For hours it seemed, that she sat there.Finally she gathered up all her strength and courage, and lifted up the pillow.The hand was gone.She sighed a sigh of relief.It was over.But for how long. When would they be back.Who, or what would be next?