Freckled

Taking a brief walk I ended up by the opening of the woods. "Do you have it?" A strange voice came from the opening of the woods.
"Have what?" My voice becoming more shallow and unstable.
There was more movement coming from the woods, "Do you have it?! WRIST! WRIST!"
The noise became louder, crumbling, the voice became quiet and I started sprinting back to the entrance of the neighborhood. The fear started to overcome me, what did that person or thing, mean by wrist? I began looking at my wrists but all I saw was a tiny freckle planted on my right wrist.
There's nothing there? This person is crazy.