NOT SAFE

The Hand

I'm not certain how old I was, but it had to be somewhere near the age of three. We were living in a small single-wide trailer somewhere in Buncombe County, North Carolina, the Parental Units and I. I'm thinking this was when the Mother Unit had a second shift job. Maybe it was a third shift. Not clear on that. What I do remember for certain is it was the Father Unit who took care of me at night, and put me to bed.

One night, we were sitting on the couch in the living room, and he was telling me stories, when a sound came from outside. The Father Unit said it was probably raccoons or deer, as the trailer was right next to a large wooded area. He got up, opened the front door, looked around, then stepped outside. He wasn't gone for long and, when he returned, he said he couldn't find anything. So we went back to story time.

But not long thereafter, something that sounded pretty large bumped the outside of the trailer, near a window. The Father Unit went to the window and peered out into the darkness but, again, he didn't see anything. He didn't draw the curtains after inspecting the outside. He returned to the couch and was about to start the story again, when we heard a loud bang from the direction of the window. And there on the window was a huge hand made up of what looked like twisted roots. It was light beige in colour and was so large, it took up most of the window pane.

I was startled, but the Father Unit was stricken with fear. He began to scream. When he did that, my own fear exploded, and I screamed with him. We sat on the couch, screaming and clinging to one another, staring at this hand as it moved against the window.

I don't remember anything after that. The only thing that I can recall is, I woke up the next morning in my bed, and the Father Unit scouted the entire area around our home to try to find out what it was that came "knocking" the night before. He found nothing.

Years later, when I saw The Lord of the Rings: the Two Towers, I was reminded of the hand when I saw Treebeard. No, I'm not saying what scared the Father Unit and me that night was an Ent. I'm trying to provide a reference to give an idea of what the hand looked like. The similarity is striking.


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Things that go bump in the night. Love it when you reminise and it scares the bejebus out of me. LOL
This is a great memory. Thanks for sharing.
You're welcome. I'm sure you'll love "the skeletons" once I have the courage to write it.
Thanks for reading and not swiftly concluding I'm irreversibly batshit. You may really get a kick out of my skeleton army memory.