By Helen DePuydt
Saco Stories 

The Hand


It was night and I had been sleeping soundly. Suddenly my heart is beating wildly and my thinking that cold hand so close to my throat. Irrational terror, plain unadulterated TERROR, struck me.

I never ever had the possibility of sudden violent de...

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