Hands" - A Chilling Tale

Have you ever felt like your own body betrayed you? Brace yourself for a chilling tale that will leave you questioning the very nature of control and autonomy. We're Pat and Dave, your dedicated hosts for Barefoot Mysteries, and this time, we've prepared something a tad different for you. We present to you a spine-tingling short story, "Hands" by Minboy, brought to us by Scoopwoop, that chronicles the macabre journey of Adam Weatherby. Adam is a man who loses command of his own hands to an inexplicable affliction that leaves even the doctors stumped!
 And of course, don't forget to send us your thoughts at barefootmysteries@gmail.com. Stay kind, stay curious, and above all, stay away from those table saws! (Law and Order Theme courtesy of You Tube/Erewon)

Theme Music courtesy of Uppbeat
Artist: Alex Besss
Track Title: Threatened

Theme Music courtesy of Uppbeat
Artist: Alex Besss
Track Title: Threatened
Contact us at: barefootmysteries @gmail.com

Transcript

Speaker 1: 0:00

Welcome back to Barefoot Mysteries and your Barefoot Mystery Hosts, pat and Dave. I'm Pat And I'm Dave, and today we are happy to bring you a short bonus round. This is a short story written by Minboy, entitled Hands and Courtesy of Scoopwoop. We hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed bringing it to you. The doctor pulled the stethoscope, your tips out and hung the device around his neck.

Speaker 2: 0:38

Mr Weatherby, all of your tests have come back negative and my examination shows nothing abnormal.

Speaker 1: 0:46

Adam knew what was coming next. I'm not crazy doctor.

Speaker 2: 0:52

I'm sorry, but there is no physical reason for why you occasionally lose control of your hands. A psychologist can help.

Speaker 1: 1:02

I don't need therapy, i need answers. They seem to have a life of their own. I can't hold a job. I'm under investigation for assault. I almost killed my neighbor. This can't go on. I'll try anything at this point. After two weeks under new medication, adam saw no progress and grew increasingly depressed. He was convinced that, despite what the doctor said, it was not a psychological problem. That night, a frustrated and angry Adam sat in a chair and drank his bourbon. Drunk and hopeless, he stumbled to the garage and started the table saw, then slowly lowered his wrists toward the screaming blade. Detective Armstrong entered the garage where several uniformed officers stood over the blood-soaked body.

Speaker 2: 2:00

So what do we?

Speaker 1: 2:00

got, he asked, taking in the blood splattered scene. This is a weird one, detective. How so? Look at the body. He apparently dropped off his hands with the table saw and bled to death. Armstrong knelt down.

Speaker 2: 2:19

And.

Speaker 1: 2:21

And we can't find his hands anywhere. Well, we hope you enjoyed that. We would love to hear from you If you would like us to do some more little bonus rounds or stories. Please send us an email at barefootmystoriesatgmailcom. Let us know what stories you'd like us to read, or let us know if you don't want us to read any more of these Until next episode. as always, we thank you for listening. We look forward to meeting you in our next episode and until then, be kind to each other.

Speaker 1: 3:07

No table saws Yeah, stay away from the table saws, stay safe.