[creepypasta] the hand that shouldn't have been there

I wasn't going to post this but every year around this time it starts messing with my head again.

So for the past 6, 7 years now, I get sick like clockwork. Late January into early February, every single time. And not just a little sniffle. We're talking 39°C+ fever. The kind that completely takes you out.

It started the year this happened.

That night I woke up in the middle of the night feeling SO nauseous. Like nothing I'd ever felt before. I barely made it to the bathroom. Next thing I know it's morning and I'm on the floor. I was a student back then, called out sick, couldn't even think about going to school. I barely got sick before that in my life so this level of fever was genuinely new to me. It was horrible.

For two whole weeks I just. laid there. In bed. Couldn't stand up properly, body had nothing left. Just suffering through it alone under the blankets.

And then it showed up.

I was lying there like every other day. Not thinking about anything. When for no reason at all I just... looked over at my left shoulder.

There was a hand there.

A hand that should not have been there.

No weight. I felt zero weight. But the sensation of it resting on my shoulder was completely real. Solid. Like an actual hand.

It looked like a young woman's hand. Just resting there lightly on my shoulder.

What would YOU do in that situation??

I screamed and threw it off me as hard as I could. My mom came sprinting into my room from the noise.

And after that. my fever broke. Like immediately started going down. Every day after that I got better.

My mom said "that was probably an ancestor's hand. they were helping you."

And I believed that. I really did.

But a while later I told this story to a friend who's really sensitive to that kind of stuff (like she just KNOWS things, you know the type).

She said: "if you hadn't thrown it off... you might already be dead."

Every year when this season rolls around and the fever comes back and I'm lying there half delirious... I just keep thinking about whether the hand is going to come this year.

I'm so scared of that.