There is a hand that can connect you with the dead, when it takes hold you will be pumped up full of dread, as you envelope round the fingers, digits conjure souls to bring yer, they pass across, and make their way into your head. It's fair to say that this is far from armless fun, if you were there I'm pretty sure you'd make a run, palm-off the grasp to others, to avoid becoming smothered, doing everything you can to snub and shun. But there are those who when encouraged can't resist, who chose to wrestle with the demons at the wrist, like a glory hole for arms, with much regret and many qualms, if nothing else, just hold on tight, and make a fist.