The Hand of Darkness
George walks into the darkness of his bedroom. His hand is lost, trying to click on the lights. For some reason, he cannot find the light switch. He stands in bewilderment as he searches the wall, looking for some light to this darkness.
He knows too well that if he sets foot into the room without light that the evil will surround him, and he may not be able to free himself of the horror that pursues him.
He glides his hand over the wall, where that switch used to exist… he feels a tug on his hand, as if someone or something grabs it and pulls it. He pulls back and holds on to the door hoping not to be dragged into the darkness where evil sits and waits…
He starts to scream and wail and fight his way out of the room that will eat him alive, if he lets it.
He struggles and pulls the knife out of its pouch from his pocket, and he starts to strike at the hand that tries to drag him into the darkness. The pain and thrill of his horror causes him to pass out.
He wakes up, in pain and bloody, from the night before.
Once again, his hand is chopped up in a bloody mess, but it still hangs on for the next time.