The Black Hand, by Bobby Warner

Freddie had waited for Tommy Glick after school, and fed him a knuckle sandwich. Now he was gonna miss supper.

Suddenly he saw a black hand waving to him over a fence. He ran, but the hand kept up.

To see who it was, he jumped and pulled himself up. A tall boy with a pitch-black face and painted on features grinned up at him. It looked like a giant doll.

The black hand grasped Freddie’s collar, dragged him over the fence. He saw that it wasn’t a doll as the thing’s mouth opened wide, revealing long, sharp teeth.

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