Chapter 26: Hand

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A/N: Hey Im glad so many of you liked chapter 25. Now for some other big news. ALMOST to two hundred reviews people!! And we JUST got a hundred. You people are AWESOME! But this time instead of writing a super long chapter (cuz chapter 25 took a lot out of me guys) I am going to take a page out of some awesome bloggers pages and have some fun. A dare. Yeah yeah I know. But I think it would be fun. You guys tell me some dares and Ill post them on my profile for the whole world to vote on. And then on the 200th review I will do it :D. It could be sing a song I hate, do a puppet show of a chapter from the story, or anything! Now onward!

(Ps I borrowed this from speak of the devil. Well part of it. Part of it I tweaked to fit the story better)

She backed away from the box slowly.

And waited until she gathered the courage to go back and examine the boxes contents further.

She took in a deep breath and walked up to the box slowly.

And lifted up a rubber hand that was holding a voodoo doll created in her own image.

Stabbed to death.

The hand was cold and clamy and a odd gray color.

And a sickening idea hit her.

Her eyes widened and she slowly turned the hand to the nub portion.

And she could feel bile rising in her throat as she saw the jagged white bone.

She dropped it the screams blocked by the bile of disgust.

She tried to swallow it down fumbling around blindly for her phone.

She found it and blindly dialed Shanes number.

She was to freaked to call anyone else.

Eyes wide she heard him pick up.

"Hello?"

Still trying to swallow down the rising bile she whispered into the phone.

"Hand."

Her whisper was shaky filled with fear.

"Mitchie?"

"Hand."

She could feel her eyes welling with tears.

She was scared.

The doll scared her.

The hand scared her.

And she just wanted someone to comfort her.

"Okay."

He sighed.

Although.

Mitchie didnt hear.

She had already raced off to the bathroom.

When Shane got there Mitchie had locked herself in the bathroom crying from fear on the floor hugging her knees.

Shane could hear her.

He went to the door.

"Mitchie?"

He jiggled the handle to the bathroom.

And it was unlocked.

He walked into be met with the sight of Mitchie on the floor.

"Mitchie what did you mean by hand?"

This thought rattled Mitchies mind.

And caused her to have another roll of nausea from the feeling of the cold clammy skin.

She sat up a bit.

And gripped the toilet seat.

Letting out all of her fear and disgust.

Shane had no idea what caused Mitchie to react like that to the word hand.

But he wanted to find out.

Going into her apartment he looked around.

And thats when he saw the opened cardboard box.

Inside the box there was nothing.

But laying next to it.

Was a embalmed hand.

With the Mitchie voodoo doll in its clutch.

His eyes widened realization hitting him.

He looked back the bathroom at the sight of Mitchie crouched over the toilet.