Hands

 Surely many of you know the "joke" when, with the help of various manipulations, a person's hands begin to rise up for no reason. So, a couple of years ago in the summer, my friends and I came to visit a girl named Katya. While we were listening to music, someone started talking about magic tricks. Cards, coins, cups and marbles were used — in general, everything that was found in the apartment.

And then Katya remembered about the "hands". She decided to show the others her skills as a magician on me. I stood against the wall with my whole body, loosely pressed against it, and closed my eyes. Katya began to perform actions that are essentially meaningless, they are needed only in order to give the impression of a "mysterious ritual." She did the following: taking my hands, she crossed them four times (like a scissor exercise) and snapped her fingers four times alternately, first near my left ear, then near my right. Then she placed her palm vertically in front of my mouth, and exhaled on it once. All of the above was repeated three times, while I breathed into Katya's palm two and then three times. Then she said something like, "May those who died from your family raise their hands to you," and began making "passes" with her hands.

As usually happens during this "trick," auto-suggestion kicked in, and my hands began to reach up on their own. Katya moved back, and my hands were slowly but surely rising and were already positioned almost parallel to the floor. Then I abruptly opened my eyes, because there was a feeling that someone had slightly squeezed my wrists, and after a couple of seconds these places began to burn a little. But there was no one there. Everyone was sitting on the couch a couple of meters away and looked at me in surprise, as the expression on my face at that moment clearly showed everyone that something had gone wrong. Katka's cat, Timka, first quickly ran behind the sofa, and then flew out of the room like a bullet. And then there was a crack above my head: the glass of the picture frame under which I was standing burst. I jumped aside with a scream. The guys laughed a little nervously, and we left the room to go outside.

Only later, when I looked at my hands, did I really get scared: there were reddish marks from three fingers on my wrists...