
The Shadow on the Wall
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I was slipping into a dream when I felt that soft hand on my shoulder. Then the other hand touched me. I shivered with fright and apprehension. The hands moved across my chest and arms, there was nothing disembodied about them. I lay perfectly still… That soft, warm, plump hand brushed against my cheek. I put out my own hand to touch her face.’ A brand new story.