The further they are from her wheelchair, the longer the digits they have. I can feel my heart pounding as I follow my daughter’s footprints into the woods. I can’t help but feel a sense of dread as I get closer to the source of the mysterious voice that has been calling for her.
I can see a small clearing up ahead and I can make out a figure standing in the middle of it. As I get closer, I can see that it is a woman, and that her arms are unnaturally long, stretching out towards my daughter. I can hear her whispering something, but I can’t make out the words.
Suddenly, I realize that the woman’s arms are not her own, but rather those of my daughter. She has been taken over by some dark force, and her arms are now being used to reach out to me. I know I must act quickly, so I grab a nearby branch and swing it at the woman, hoping to free my daughter from her grasp.
The woman screams in pain and releases my daughter. I scoop her up in my arms and run back home, never looking back. I never found out what that woman was, but I know that I will never forget the sight of my daughter’s arms, growing longer with every step we took away from her wheelchair.