Tap-tap-tap

Date: 4/13/2022

I was at a beach house. It was very modern with lots of large windows, but the view was too dark to see much this time of night. While in the living room I noticed that the front door was left cracked open. Strange, I thought, as I stepped over to close it. With my hand on the knob I peered out into the quiet night. Just then, I felt a tap-tap-tap on my right thigh. I looked down to see what was touching me, and I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a small, black arm – too small to be human. It hid behind the other side of the door too quickly for me to get a good look, and I was so startled I didn’t really want to look further. I shut the door quickly, pausing to process what just happened. “It must have been my imagination,” I thought. Shaking it off, I went upstairs to the bedroom where my wife was getting ready for bed. We were chatting a little and I went to close the door to the balcony that seemed to have been left open a crack. Again, I felt it. Tap, tap, tap. Right above my knee. I looked down quickly, and there it was: a thin arm, about one inch thick. Small, stubby fingers that were webbed for swimming. Skin as dark as the night, and a little fur like a monkey’s paw. The arm darted behind the door again as I shut it quickly. I told my wife what I just saw, and we concluded that I may have been cursed. The rest of the dream is a blur, but I remember something about a cult ritual.