The Hand
I'm home alone, lying on the couch, working on my yuletide story, with the Log channel on. It's to the side, so I'm not staring into the flames, and it's quite relaxing.
Until there's a noise and I look up and see The Hand putting more wood on the fire. "Oh, god, it's The Hand!" I shriek. Every time. The Hand that's attached to a body we never see. It freaks me right out.
Now I'm wondering if I stay up all night long and stare into the flames and don't close my eyes, I'll see the true secret behind the Log, a thin grey alien hand reaching out to put wood on the fire and beam subliminal messages into my brain.
And we're all out of tinfoil.
Until there's a noise and I look up and see The Hand putting more wood on the fire. "Oh, god, it's The Hand!" I shriek. Every time. The Hand that's attached to a body we never see. It freaks me right out.
Now I'm wondering if I stay up all night long and stare into the flames and don't close my eyes, I'll see the true secret behind the Log, a thin grey alien hand reaching out to put wood on the fire and beam subliminal messages into my brain.
And we're all out of tinfoil.