He peered around the edge of the curtain, careful not to make a sound as he was supposed to be asleep but how could he sleep when that strange arm was back in the neighbour's garden? It waved at him every night, at least he thought it might be for him.
For all he knew it was just an old halloween decoration that they'd left up just to stop him from staying up late into the night and watching the world from the corner of his bedroom window. That was one theory he'd been working on but he rationalised that the arm was only there sometimes and with no pattern to its appearances so it couldn't be anything to do with him... surely?
Last week it moved from the garden to the bushes in front of the neighbor's fence and the night after that it came even closer - the tree in his own front garden. Then it vanished for a few days and he was too distracted eavesdropping on his parents hushed arguments over a string of disappearances in their area.
Now though, the arm was back and it was slowing down and down and down until it stopped in mid-air and began to curl its fingers into a "come here" gesture. As he started backing away the arm dropped down entirely and reappeared in bushes in front of the fence.
Again it beckoned for him to come outside, more insistent this time and faster too as if it was beginning to lose its patience. He withdrew further, dropping the curtain just in time to see the arm drop again as someone began to knock on his window.
For all he knew it was just an old halloween decoration that they'd left up just to stop him from staying up late into the night and watching the world from the corner of his bedroom window. That was one theory he'd been working on but he rationalised that the arm was only there sometimes and with no pattern to its appearances so it couldn't be anything to do with him... surely?
Last week it moved from the garden to the bushes in front of the neighbor's fence and the night after that it came even closer - the tree in his own front garden. Then it vanished for a few days and he was too distracted eavesdropping on his parents hushed arguments over a string of disappearances in their area.
Now though, the arm was back and it was slowing down and down and down until it stopped in mid-air and began to curl its fingers into a "come here" gesture. As he started backing away the arm dropped down entirely and reappeared in bushes in front of the fence.
Again it beckoned for him to come outside, more insistent this time and faster too as if it was beginning to lose its patience. He withdrew further, dropping the curtain just in time to see the arm drop again as someone began to knock on his window.
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