Author:Claire B. Dunkle
Note: I have a fondness for "ghost" stories or any type of story that tries to explain a phenomenon in an interesting way. Not sure what THIS story explains, per se. The book, as a whole, is a quick read and enjoyable.
"This is the Place of the Hands," noted Maddie as the path crossed marshy land beside the loch. "It used to be that folk who walked through this place at dusk would see hands carrying a light down the path before them. Then, in Old Dad's time, the pigman and his wife were cutting their peats in the bog yonder, and they found a pair of severed hands in the peat, still roped together. They brought them back and buried them in the churchyard under a stone that just says 'Hands,' and no one ever saw the light on the path again."