Wayne and his father were driving back home after football practice. They passed through a deserted wooden section of the road with no houses. Suddenly, the car shuddered to a halt. Wayne’s father turned the ignition key repeatedly, but the engine was dead. Outside the night grew darker, the wind hissed menacingly, and trees whispered urgently. Wayne was sleepy but could not close his eyes. Wayne’s father left the car and went out in search of help. Suddenly, a bloodied hand rattled at the window pane. The car shook violently. The hand smashed into the window and caught Wayne’s throat. Wayne tried to scream but could only squeak. He wriggled himself free, opened the car door and ran out. He ran straight into the safe hands of his father. “What happened, Wayne?” asked father. “There!!” said Wayne sobbing heavily. He pointed at the car but there was no one.
The Hand in the Window
