Torn between fascination and fear, you approached cautiously, captivated by the spectral hands that seemed to transcend the boundaries between the living and the unknown. The hands clawed at the air, their silent pleas echoing in the night, and an unsettling energy pulsed through the window frame. A compulsion to unveil the mysteries drew you closer, your hand trembling as you reached for the enigmatic window, poised on the brink between the timeless corners of the cottage and the spectral hands reaching from the ethereal depths within.