THE HAND

Slowly, the very tips of what looked like a hand emerged from the ground... The rocky, grass-green ground trembled in a horrifying and alarming matter. The poor small tree, being grabbed and tortured by the hand, seemed to be crumbling. Running away from the mayhem, I ran towards the pond. I figured there the creepy stone hand couldn't reach me but, I was wrong. The hand, which was at this point racing towards me, reached out of the ground to grab me. I froze like an ice cube. I had no clue weather to scream, to stupidly act like I was a statue too or to run...