Arm of Darkness

While the crowd was distracted; something evil was lurking behind their very backs. As I grew accustomed to the darkness that was being generated within the crowd, I could make out the single stump of an arm. I couldn’t make out what the arm was attached to; nor did it look like a natural pose. It was simply a branch of flesh ending with a fistful of fingers and a thumb; yet there were no individual fingernails or joints. The arms proceeded to brush under the back of the necks of the people standing in front of me. As it passed, they each gave a cold shiver; yet not one of them broke their eye contact from the stage to see what the disturbance was. The music was too enchanting for them. Behind the arm was just a dark blurry haze of blue merging into black. When the lights came back on to mark the end of the song, the whole thing had vanished.