The Hand by Millie

It was standing there. Was it a statue? Was it dead or alive? Was it new or old? No one knew. People worship it some despise it. It was never seen moving. People saw it as different things. Some saw it as a handsome saw it as a unicorn and more things. Only one person saw it move. That person was my best friend. At first, I didn't believe her. Then one night, I looked out my window and it was gone. I kept watching and I saw it come back. I never told anyone, and never will.