The Hand In The Window

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I listened to a lot of horror stories as a child, my aunt had come to stay at our house.

I soon had a nightmare as always.

[Nightmare]

I walked around our house, I saw my mother and aunt on the couch. They didnt speak to me, they didnt look at me, they didn't recognize my entire existence. I assume they're busy watching television.

I look at the TV screen, it's off. Me being a child, I assumed they were daydreaming.

I look over to the window to find an air conditioner and a hand creeping up to the somehow opened window.

I can't talk.

I pause and walk away.

And with that I had woken up.

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