March 10, 2006
A Hand in the Dark
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Pat Queen, Southeastern Ohio, Summer 1996
In the summer of 1996, my teenage daughter, my boyfriend at the time,
and I were just returning to my home from an evening out. I was first in
line and I unlocked the door to the house. Chip was right behind me and
Julie was walking behind him. We were all laughing and having a good
time. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Since it was late, maybe 11 PM
or so, the entryway we entered was very dark and quiet (except for us).
Suddenly, a very strong, warm, and very living hand reached out of
the darkness and grabbed my left wrist, pulling me to the left. I wasn't
exactly prepared for anyone to be hiding in the dark, so I screamed in
fear -- I mean really loudly, not just a little squeak. Since Julie was
the last in line as we went in the house, she flipped on the light
switch. The hand immediately released me but nobody was there!
I had the heebie-jeebies and had difficulty explaining what had just
happened. Chip had to take a few minutes to question me as to what I was
all freaked out about. After I told him that somebody had just grabbed
my wrist, and let me go, he did a thorough search of the entire length
of my ranch-style house but discovered nothing amiss. Chip stayed for a
while before he left but I was still frightened and confused. I did go
to bed, but had a hard time going to sleep. I never found out who (or
what) had grabbed me, and, happily, it never happened again.
