Horror Stories(Creepypasta)

10☆Hands That Scream

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The playground at Kind Street Park was always empty, but I didn't know why. I'd never played there before, only driven or walked past on my way to somewhere else.

It was nice enough, if it weren't a little un-kept. There were swings, a climbing frame, a see saw, and a very tall slide that I'd never been brave enough to go down.

It was the school holidays and my father had brought me to work with him that day. I had asked if I could go eat my lunch out in the sun. He was too busy to take me of course. But, as it was just around the corner, he let me go to the park by myself.

The trees that surrounded the rusty play equipment were swaying gently as I sat on the swings and began to eat my lunch. My sandwich was squashed flat, but was still tasty, and I started to swing back and forth as I ate.

"Hello," came a voice from behind me.

Startled, I turned around to see a girl that looked about my age. She didn't look very well, and her clothes were filthy.

"Hello," I mumbled, my mouth full of the sandwich.

"Do you want to play with me?" She asked. Her voice was soft, and sounded so far away.

"Sure. Do you want some of my sandwich? It's jam."

She shook her head, "No thank you. Shall I give you a push?"

I nodded, and stuffed the rest of my sandwich into my mouth. She gave me a tiny push and I laughed, "Harder!" She pushed me again and I flew into the air giggling.

We played with one another for a while. Not talking much, just laughing. She didn't seem to mind that I hadn't offered to push her either. She was happy doing all of the work.

After a while, I stopped myself and turned around, intending to ask her if she wanted me to push her now. But when I did, I could see that her dirty face had clean spots, in lines all the way down to her chin. Tear stains?

"Are you ok?" I asked, trying to look her in the eyes.

She turned away and sniffled, "I have to go now."

"Oh, ok. I should probably get back anyways." I gathered up the rubbish from my lunch, and looked up to see a man standing near the tree lines.

He was tall and wearing a long, brown trench coat, black pants, shoes, and a black hat. He had this strange smile on his face, but there was something off about it.

"Looks like your Dad is waiting for you," I said, waving at him. The girl grabbed my hand and stared directly into my eyes as she whispered, "He's not my Dad. Don't come back here again."

Before I could say anything, she ran towards the man, and he held out his hand. She hesitated for a moment, and then took it. Together they disappeared into the trees.

I stood there for a moment, watching as they just left. I left the park that day confused and afraid, many questions started racing in my mind. Something wasn't right.

When I came back to my fathers workshop, I took off my jacket to hang it up, when I saw a small, red stain on the back. How did I get jam on the back? I wondered.

I went to the bathroom to try and clean out the stain. Standing in front of the sink, I spread the jacket out to survey the damage. At first I didn't believe it, but there was no doubt.