Until there's a noise and I look up and see The Hand putting more wood on the fire. "Oh, god, it's The Hand!" I shriek. Every time. The Hand that's attached to a body we never see. It freaks me right out.
Now I'm wondering if I stay up all night long and stare into the flames and don't close my eyes, I'll see the true secret behind the Log, a thin grey alien hand reaching out to put wood on the fire and beam subliminal messages into my brain.
And we're all out of tinfoil.