The Hand
Dave tugged furiously, trying to pull himself loose of the powerful
grip. You and Barb tug his shirt, holding him back from falling into
the trapdoor. Dave lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
With a powerful tug, you pull Dave away from the door, falling down
and piled on the floor. As you get yourself on your feet, a horrid
stench fills the air.
Rotten and choking, the smell clings to your skin. A low moan flows
through the hall. The hand reachs out of the door and slaps wetly on
the hard wooden floor.
Too shocked to move, you stare at the hand. Pieces of torn flesh
cling to it. The color has turned to a faded grey. The buzzing of
flies adds to the horrible display.
For a moment the hand sat resting on the floor. Barb slowly rose
onto her feet. Lifting her head, she peers into the trapdoor. Fear
sweeps into her eyes. You and Dave watch her slowly slide down the
hall, back against the cold wall, until her image is replaced by
darkness.
Finally, you relize something horrible is not four feet away from
you. You slowly rise, as does Dave. You gather up your courage, and
peer into the trapdoor...
