take off the GLOVES
You grab at the fingertips of your left glove slowly. Almost dreading what you might find underneath. Maybe its best just kept a secret....
Screw it. You pull off the glove.
You lose your balance and stumble to the ground backwards, not letting your eyes look away from what you're seeing. A boney, dead, skeletal hand shows in the bright light.
A puddle next to you, shows an even more dreadful visage.