"The Hairy Hands of Briar's Bend" - Scary Stories Told in the Dark

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Scary Stories Told in the Dark — A Horror Fiction Anthology Series 24 min 3 speakers 6 chapters transcribed 1 day ago
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Professor Devi Sridhar 0:00
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Shannon Maldonado 0:30
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Malcolm Blackwood 1:01
When I moved back to my hometown, I thought I'd put the worst of my bad luck behind me. Losing my job, my marriage, and most of my savings had been enough for one year. The slow pace of the Midwest with its endless fields and quiet roads seemed like the cure. What I didn't know was that some things are better left undisturbed, and that Briar's Bend was one of them. The road itself didn't look like much. A narrow, winding strip of asphalt cutting through the dense woods on the outskirts of town. The kind of place you'd take to save ten minutes on a long drive if you weren't paying attention. It didn't even have streetlights, just the occasional reflective sign that blinked at you from the dark. I first heard about the road from Hank Sullivan, my neighbor.
Malcolm Blackwood 1:50
Hank was the kind of guy who could talk for hours about nothing, always ready with a story or two about the town. One evening, after I'd unpacked most of my boxes, Hank leaned over the fence with a beer in his hand and a conspiratorial grin on his face. "'You ever hear about Briar's Bend, Caleb?' he asked, clearly eager to share. "'I hadn't, but I humored him. Should I have?' "'It's got a reputation,' he said, his grin fading. "'People say it's cursed. Drivers lose control for no reason, even on clear nights. "'Some folks say it's bad luck. Others—' he paused, glancing around as if the trees might be listening. They say it's the hairy hands. I laughed, but Hank didn't join in. The hairy hands? Disembodied hands, he said, lowering his voice.
Malcolm Blackwood 2:49
Come out of nowhere and grab the wheel or the handlebars if you're on a bike. They force you off the road. Legend has it they even made horse-drawn carriages crash back in the day. And people believe this, I asked incredulously. They do, enough that most won't take that road after dark. You shouldn't either. I rolled my eyes but thanked him for the warning. Hank had grown up here, and I figured he was just repeating one of those small-town campfire stories. I didn't believe in curses or ghost stories, especially ones about phantom hands. That changed a few weeks later. It was a Wednesday night, and I'd gone to visit a friend in the next town over. The drive back was supposed to be easy, but I'd left later than planned, and the interstate was closed for construction.
Malcolm Blackwood 3:43
My GPS, smug and indifferent, rerouted me down Briar's Bend. The name didn't register until I was already on it. The road was darker than I expected. My headlights lit the asphalt ahead, but the trees on either side crowded in so tightly they looked like walls. The night was quiet, too quiet, with no other cars in sight. I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I approached a curve, the kind that begged for caution. That's when it happened. The wheel wrenched hard to the right, as if someone had yanked it from my hands. I shouted, instinctively pulling back, but the force was overwhelming. My knuckles went white as I fought to keep the car on the road, the tires skidding against loose gravel. The sensation was impossible to describe.
Malcolm Blackwood 4:34
There was nothing visible. No hands, no figure.

What warning does Caleb receive about Briar’s Bend before he returns home?

Malcolm Blackwood 4:38
But I felt it. A forceful, bone-deep pressure on my own hands, like someone's fingers were wrapped around mine, forcing me to turn. I managed to wrestle the wheel back under control just in time to avoid slamming into the guardrail.

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