Go into the light. Right there. Ahead of you. Go into it, my child. Do not be afraid. No. That light right there outside the window. Go into it. GO INTO THE LIGHT. LOOK WILL YOU JUST GO INTO THE LIGHT ALREADY OR ELSE I’M GOING TO SEND CHICKEN HAND AFTER YOU there. Thank you. I thought you’d see things my way.
Found By: Liisa S
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I love this one especially because it’s OBVIOUS that someone spent a painstaking amount of time cleaning and ‘staging’ this house. And it STILL looks like a doom room infested by giant chickens.
By painstaking staging, do you mean not closing the dresser drawers all the way, leaning the pillow against the wall, or opening the window? “Whew! What a day!”
To me it looks like those were done on purpose.
Don’t make fun of that realtor’s manicure… it’s a rough economy… and her hands reflect that sad reality. er… realty.
Haaa!
Did you know that you’re famous now, Julie K? The Telegraph, Thainidan.com…
Ah, blessed minimalism. After the previous listing, I needed this, blue wrought iron, notwithstanding.
Oh, that’s just Alf trying to get out of the way of the picture.
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I clicked through to the comments hoping someone would have a good explanation for this apparition, but alas my curiosity will not be sated.
The whole thing is creepy – the seemingly extra long bed (bed, doctor’s couch, operating table..??), the small desk and let’s not overlook the partially opened drawers…
The bed looks a little out of proportion in the picture, but beds are actually longer in Finland – all beds are 200cm long, regardless of how wide they are. Single beds are also narrower than in the US. 80x200cm used to be the normal size for a single bed, but you see a lot of 90x200cm beds now too. Basically, a little narrower but about the same length as a twin XL.
That’s really interesting.
E.T. is home…and he wants everyone out of his room.
Well, if it’s not the end of some kind of wooden shelf that’s mounted on the inside of the door… And it’s not a GIANT CHICKEN… And it’s not a grievous burn injury/skin graft (those saunas must be pretty hot over there)… Then what is it?
I went all CSI on the picture and if you look closely, you can see two ears and an eye. It is clearly a giant-limb squirrel.
Holy crap, I did a double take when I read the details of the listing. The fact sheet section gave the size of the apartment as 108 square meters, which would be ridiculously cheap at 520 Euros a month in Helsinki. However, the description says what you’re actually renting is a 25 square meter room in that 108 square meter apartment. You have shared use of the kitchen and bathroom with the woman who owns the apartment. I’m guessing she’s also the owner of the hand. I’m also guessing that her adult child moved out and that’s why she has a completely empty room to rent.
On closer inspection, I think its something hanging on the back of the door. Possibly a very fancy shaped coathanger.
Yeah, that’s it. Maybe they just got the giant chicken hand back from the dry cleaner.
Gnome Head and That Other Thing sitting on the kitchen window ledge probably cast out Chicken Hand ’cause CH has disappeared from other photos of that room. Don’t the Swedish collect those garden ghomes for luck or something?
Here’s a case of life imitating art. I write murder mysteries with a Realtor protagonist. The hand went on to appear on the book cover of “The Death Contingency,” my first book.
If you want to see what I mean, you can check it out at http://www. goodreadmysteries.com
Eeek! It’s true!
You wear disguise to look like human guys, but you’re not a man you’re a chicken, Boo.
It’s PONYO!! Hahaha!
That was my first thought. Every time the magic little goldfish girl does magic, she gets weird chicken hands. That thing is freaky looking, whatever it is.
Tears…so many tears…you so made my day with the Chicken Hand caption. I have to go back and read it again because that shit is funny and really creepy.
I emailed to inquire about the apartment. It is definitely a large chicken that lives in the 3rd bedroom that was helping the apartment owner figure out how to use a digital camera.