Angie broke out in a sweat. She couldn't sleep. The malicious, dark skinned man with long silver hair had plagued her dreams for a week now. She took a drink of the concoction by her bed and softly fell asleep.
"Doctor, proceed with the amputation."
He marked the saw line carefully.
"Here's your tool."
He placed the teeth on the ink and pressed down. He pulled back the saw. Once, twice…
The hand instantly fell off and into the bag. "Close up the ends, and leave it to the cosmetics department."
She placed the bag on the tray.
After lunch, Victor came over to Angie. "I need the hand to research what made it like that."
"Okay." She went to the room and checked the bag. "Hmm… that's funny, I thought I put it in the bag. Huh?"
Something moved that she could see in the corner of her eye. "Alright, Chase, game's up!"
The thing went into the locker rooms. "That's funny," she said as she saw the dirty small footprints. She walked further and something jumped down on to her face. She fought it off and it was a moving hand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.
She woke up and checked herself. "Okay, nothing here, it was just a dream."
She lifted up the blanket. Underneath the blanket was a live human hand!