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　　The Finger　

　　As soon as he fell asleep he experienced a hideous nightmare. He dreamed that a persistent scratching woke him up, and he arose, lit a candle, and looked at the chest.　

　　The protruding finger showed just under the lid. This time it was galvanized with an excess of life. It twisted. It turned. It drummed with its knuckle. It scratched frantically with its black nail. Finally, as if it suddenly became aware of his presence, it became perfectly still, and then very deliberately beckoned for him to approach.　

　　He stood there stiffly, and he was afraid to move an inch, his body was shaking unstoppable, the sweats that came out of his body were dropping like rain. Suddenly, he felt like something was pulling him toward the finger. His legs were moving by it selves even his heart was against it. Gradually, the distance between him and the finger was shortening. The more steps he took, the more danger he felt. The beats of his heart was bounding abnormally, he couldn’t breathe normally, it seemed like the air in the room was absorbed by the finger.　

　　He was only a few steps away from the finger, he could smell it, he could smell blood from the finger. He wanted to scream out for help, but he couldn’t, his voice was gone, he couldn’t squeeze a sound but air out from his throat. Suddenly, he realized there was a small hole in its knuckle. He reached out his hand, actually, the hand of his moved by itself. Before he got any closer to the finger, it spoke! “kill…blood!” A strange, scary and creepy sound came out from that small hole. He froze! He stood there like a statue and hoped what he heard a few seconds ago was just an illusion, but then it proved to him that he was wrong, “I… I want blood!!” and it reached out toward his eyes slowly, as it came closer, its black nail has became sharpen and longer, it kept growing, he could even see the speed of growing with the naked-eyes. After about 5 seconds, the finger had completely finished preparing its weapon, it’s a black sharp nail, and it looks like a black mini-knife that could able to cut down everything. This time, the finger moved faster than before toward him…..20cm…15cm…10cm…5cm……!!!　

　　“Ahh!!” he arises, lights a candle, and looks at the chest immediately, there’s nothing, nothing under the lid, nothing ever happen, it’s just a dream, and he falls asleep again.