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MY GOOD OLD DISMEMBERED HAND (standard:Ghost stories, 486 words)
Author: cristy acostaAdded: Jul 24 2006Views/Reads: 3208/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
this story briefly talks about a common summer night in wich i decide to walk home after dark from a party not more than two blocks i reach the abandoned train tracks that i have to cross to get home i realize the wind has changed. and i hear the

My good old dismembered hand 

One night as I was heading home from a friends house after a night of
wild partying, I realized I was walking down Prospect Ave. This would 
not have upset me as much, had I not remembered what had been occurring 
there since a couple of months back. Going straight across the Ave. ran 
two 2 way tracks that were scheduled to be removed sometime early next 
month. The tracks had almost been removed a few times before, but every 
time anyone even mentioned their removal, strange things would happen. 
The most recent was finding mutilated bodies along the tracks. The 
bodies looked as if they were hit by a train while lying perfectly 
still. The most bizarre thing about the occurrences was that the tracks 
were abandoned. No train had crossed through those tracks in years. 
Remembering all of this, I decided to pick up my pace. 

As soon as I did this the wind speeded up as if taunting me. I walked
even faster. Then the wind began to howl. I heard a distant whisper, 
like the rustling of leaves. By now I was trotting my way closer and 
closer to the tracks. The wind howled even louder; Like an almost human 
scream. At this I began to run full speed toward the tracks. I would 
have to cross them to reach home. I always hated having to do this. The 
howl turned again to a whisper. It said ¨danger¨. 

The lights started to flash. I almost screamed at the sound of an
oncoming train. Of course I knew this was not possible. I took a run 
for the other side. I was almost there when all of a sudden I tripped! 
I found my body motionless. As much as I tried I just couldn't get up. 
This time I heard a real scream! It was as clear as the moon itself. 
There was a train coming! I couldn't believe my eyes. It was about to 
reach me when I felt a hard tug on my legs. Someone was dragging me off 
the tracks. 

I was alive! I had already given up hope, and yet here I was! I turned
to thank whoever had saved me, but to my surprise, I was the only 
living soul on the street. No one was out for miles around. It suddenly 
got quiet. Dead quiet. 

I guess it had been the shock of almost being hit by a train why I
hadn't noticed. I felt a warm wetness around the left side of my jacket 
and my pants. I felt a sharp pain coursing all through my left arm. 
Still I paid no mind. I turned around to go home certain I was free of 
danger; just in time to see what was on the tracks! My good old 
dismembered hand! 

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