That is the hand...

The hand that was knocking on the door at the late night...

The hand that was creaking at the wall...

I was scared of it... It always holding tight on my leg and pull me down of the bed when I'm sleep...

I was scared but I'm trying to be a brave man as my dad...

Even, it is the scariest hand I had meet before...

And now, I saw the hand that still holding my leg...