Volume 3: Ghost Stories From Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories From Around The World) - Plot & Excerpts
I grew up in Spokane, Washington. My grandmother raised me. We lived in a typical 1970's home. My bedroom was on the far end of a long hallway and it faced the living room. From my bed I could see down the hall and I could see the back of a comfy chair. Everything else was blocked from my view by a doorway/wall. I had a great fear of bedtime due to the things that would happen during the night. On several occasions I would wake up to the "dancing hands" as I called them. They were hands with full-length opera gloves on. They would appear between my bed and the wall. They seemed to have a spotlight on them that made them appear different colors; sometimes pink, sometimes purple and sometime blue. They would sway in unison and move around, and I've wondered recently if they were communicating in sign language. That would be ironic, because I am in deaf education now. Of course as a small child I was petrified and would scream out for my grandmother, who would come in and try to put my mind at ease.
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