For those of you who have been following my stories, some of you remember the one from the haunted house. If not, you can find them in the Ohio section of this site or by checking out my profile. But to keep everyone in the loop, suffice it to say that the house was haunted by very restless spirits.
One day, when I was a teenager, a neighbor came up to me and asked if I would like to earn money by helping him spotless out his basement. I remember that I knew everything about this house first-hand, but the lure of money was too great and nothing was happening there during the day, so I agreed. We started by removing a lot of trash that he had accumulated over the years, and then he wanted to start removing dirt from under the house to make the space under the house larger. Well, since I was the smallest, I was chosen to do the job.
I worked for the better part of an hour digging underneath this house, and just before I took a break, I discovered something, a hand that looked like the petrified hand of a baby holding a rattle. Now believe me, I didn't know what to think about it at first, but being a bit skeptical and not seeing it all very well, I thought maybe it was a doll's hand. I put it in my pocket and finished cleaning the area I was working on. When I came out of the hole, my friend was there and I told him about my find. Needless to say, he didn't believe me, so I took it out of my pocket and threw it to him and he looked at it and said “that's not funny, man” and threw it back to me like it was on fire. I looked at it a little closer and it really did look like a severed baby's hand, cut off just above the wrist. So I decided to give it back to him and ask him to take a closer look and see if he came to the same conclusion. Well, he decided he didn't want to touch it anymore and let it fall to the ground in front of him. We both saw where it landed and not wanting to lose what I found, I went to pick it up. I got to where I was supposed to be and he was gone! We searched the entire area around where he landed and even some areas where he probably couldn't have gone, but he was nowhere to be found.
To this day, my friend doesn't like to remember this incident and drives around this house on a wide path. Some of you may say that this story is made up or that it really was the doll's hand, but you weren't there and my friend and I know what we saw and what happened next, and we knew the history of the house.
