The Ghost Hand

Hello. My name is Steven. This story is all true, I swear. I have learned about Creepypasta in the last month and I decided to type about something which happened to me and my brother a few years back. Me, my brother and some friends were in the basement with the lights out, just goofing around. Then, my brother thought he saw something moving, and it wasn't one of us.

We quickly ran for the nearest room, a storage place with some small windows. We closed the door and turned on the lights. We each took turns looking out the window. When it was my turn, I almost panicked. I saw a floating, grey, ghost hand. I blinked and it was gone. I told everyone what I saw and they became scared.

Soon my brother, Thomas, ran to the other side of the basement and turned on the lights, but this story isn't over. We soon went back in the basement with a neighbor. The neighbor told us to close our eyes. I didn't and I sort - of wish I did now. The people there said that they were at a house, which was owned by the hand. Seemed pretty decent. Seemed. He always seemed to hate a neighbor though. After a while, he actually admitted that he love a girl who lived next door.

Did we let them marry? Yes. Do I regret that. Also yes. So we gave wedding gifts and all that stuff. I gave the hand some nuts and bolts and a toy lightsaber (the lightsaber not important, the screws and stuff are). At school I met with another girl, one who claimed to have visions.

I asked her what she saw and what she said horrified me. Ruby (her name) said that she saw a portrait of a girl. Then it melted into blood. I immediately stopped the wedding. Soon we hardly visited the basement. One day when I went down there, I saw my nuts and bolts which I gave to the hand. They were arranged in the formation of a machine gun...

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Credited to MondSte
Originally uploaded on December 1, 2012

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