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When I was about two years old, I had a recurring nightmare about a stick hand that had me waking up in unexplained terror at all hours of the night… for weeks.

My poor mother had no idea what a stick hand was, but once, in the middle of the night, she opened the window and threw it out.

I never had the dream again.

I just opened my door to walk the dog, and I'm afraid that after all these years, it's finally caught up with me.

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