My eyes flickered as I tried to open them.
I paused. What was that? A floating hand was by the right side of my bed. As my heart raced, I closed my eyes again forming in mind that it was just a dream. I gently opened my eyes but it was still there. Motionless.
I got up slowly and then, it turned swiftly to me like it had been waiting for me to wake up. I let out an audible gasp as I moved backwards.
It jumped on me and I let out a deafening scream.
I screamed until I woke up panting.
With a feeling of nervousity in my bones, I slowly searched my room with my eyes and in a flash the hand jumped right at me.
I let out a sharp shrilling cry. It struggled to cover my mouth as I made efforts to resist it.
He stopped struggling and turned away, then back to me again. He ascended and as fast as lightning he charged towards me with its pointing fingers.
“noooooooooooooooooooo,” I screamed with my eyes closed.
And with a spasmodic jerk, I woke up panting, drenched in my own sweat.