Ghost Itch

What happened here? I wrote this a long while ago in wood-shop, and just now decided to upload it. People really should not be bored in that class. I hope you like gory stuff.

It was sad to see him. In the war, he lost 2 fingers and a hand. He still acts as if it was there, even says they itch. After just a week of itching, he began to act different. In a motnth, I was afraid of him. Now, a year has gone by and he is crazy with the grief. Over the phone he tells me lies. He makes up things to deal with his pain. "My hand grew back!" he yells. "I can use it again" he says. I hang up. A week later, I get a call from his cell. I get ready to yell at him, but a woman starts talking. "He's been in an accident with a saw and wants to see you" she mumbles. I hang up and rush to the hospital. Several nurses later, I find his room. He's asleep, so I sit by him. And wait. There's a weird cold jar next to the bed so I swirl the lumpy thing inside. I remember how strange medicine has gotten and put it down. He groans and turns over. I can see both of his arms now, one normal and the other red and lumpy. I lean back against the table, feeling that something wasn't right. My shoulder hits the jar and it falls to the floor. And through the glass shards, I see a hand with only 3 fingers.