When I was around seven, something very strange happened to me. It was raining outside, so i stayed inside and watched the television. I looked out of the window and in our row of trees saw a hideous, grotesque, decomposing arm reach out at me.

I ran to my mum crying my eyes out, and was plagued with nightmares for months on end. Since then, I have never seen anything else of the ghost, (the trees have since been cut down) but it still bothers me what the 'hand' wanted with me.