Added March 3, 2003
The Hand in the Dresser
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Trish Marr, Livonia, Michigan, 1966,
trishmarr1@cox.net
I am an average, sensible woman who has had an extraordinary
experience. It happened when I was just about to turn 5 years old, and
it happened more than once.
My younger sister and I shared a twin bed; I was 4 and she was 3 at the
time. My two older sisters shared a double bed along the same wall.
Nestled between the two beds was a typical brown wood 6 drawer chest of
drawers. One night I awoke because I needed to use the bathroom. I
vividly remember sliding down off the bed, in my pajamas with the feet,
with the chest of drawers at my right; it was taller than I was. All of
a sudden a white, see-through hand silently emerged out of the fifth
drawer and enclosed my right wrist. I was surprised and shocked but I
was not frightened at the time, I simply knew that I needed to get back
in bed. The hand withdrew, I felt kind of like I was in shock, I gazed
out the window at the foot of my sister's bed, and I heard a sound that
I can't describe, kind of like I was underwater. Then I got back up on
the bed and fell asleep. Of course I wet the bed; my mother was not
happy. My sisters became frightened in the morning when I looked in the
drawer and I told them that I was looking for the hand.
making up the story to cover for wetting the bed, which made me mad because
I was a big girl and I didn't fib. But really I was more frightened of
the hand so I began sleeping at the foot of the bed so it couldn't get
me. Of course I stopped wetting the bed.
The best part of the story though is that my Dad believed me. He went out
and borrowed a dresser from his Mom and put the brown one on the back
porch. That night I was drawn out onto the porch; I remember it vividly.
The moon was shining bright and I just stood back and stared at it. I
knew it could never get me again.
Some people may find this hard to believe because of my age or because of a
child's tenancy to fib to protect themselves but I have to tell you...
when something like this happens to you, time stops. You become
completely conscious of every detail; it becomes burned into your memory
permanently. I don't share this with "normal" people anymore. It feels
horrible when they look at you like you are insane. I hope my experience
will be appreciated by fellow victims.
