Chapter 68: Monkey’s Paw (1)
Everly had excellent vision. Even in the dim light, she could clearly see that the hand was very strange.
It was long and narrow, with the thumb positioned unusually low. The thumb was much smaller than a normal person’s, while the other four fingers were abnormally thick and at least one segment longer than normal. Among the five fingers, the index finger was broken, exposing the pale, bare bone inside. The rest of the fingers were intact, each tipped with jet-black nails that looked unnaturally sharp.
The palm was attached to a pitch-black “arm.” It was extremely thin, excessively long—almost like a raised laundry pole. The pole was covered with thick black hair and streaked with bloody wounds. It emerged from the darkness, holding that bizarre hand, and scraped across Everly’s windowpane.
Honestly, the scene was terrifying. Especially when Everly remembered she was sleeping on the second floor, the fear intensified.
What… was that thing? Why was it tapping on her window in the middle of the night?
Sensing something was terribly wrong, Everly instinctively tried to get up and reach for her weapons and self-defense tools on the nightstand. But at that moment, she was horrified to realize her body wouldn’t move.
Although her mind was fully conscious, her body felt like it was pinned under an invisible weight. From her fingertips to her torso, every part of her was paralyzed, unresponsive. The blanket covering her no longer felt like a blanket—it felt like viscous mud. Everly was like a small insect trapped inside, struggling in vain. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t free herself from that sluggish, heavy sensation.
What was happening…?
Just as she desperately tried to send commands through her nerves to break free, a “shh-shh” sound came from the foot of the bed. Immediately, a chill ran over her body as the blanket that had been covering her was violently yanked downward.