the long fingers.

"Four white bony fingers. Even in the rain they appear dry, the knuckles gnarled and cracked. There is a facsimile of nails, but they appear to be the same texture as the rest of the digit, and dug into the door for grip. Ellie thinks that maybe if she leaned further out then she might see what the fingers belonged to. It could just as well be a person, though a person would have surely moved by now or made their presence better known.

Ellie says nothing, just as the maybe-person remains silent. It is quiet, aside from the drizzle of rain, and the door is held still, the fingers remain gripped at its edge.

Ellie swallows.

She considers speaking.

She is relieved when she chooses not to.

She decides she shouldn't make her presence known."

The Long Fingers is a horror story about isolation and shame. The Long Fingers is a horror story about a creature you shouldn't see.

This is a story I originally intended to release on Halloween, but time got away from me. It is available completely for free here: TheLongFingers.carrd.co

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