''Her Red Right Hand'' by Shadowswimmer77 | [DR CREEPEN EXCLUSIVE] BEST CREEPYPASTA COLLAB OF 2017

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[Music] farewell happy fields where joy forever dwells hail Horrors hey John Milton Paradise Lost standing under the globe of fluttering streetlights John Avery's hands shook as he tried and failed to light his cigarette they held with a mumbled curse the stubborn smoke finally caught and he inhaled deeply the quick rush of nicotine helping steady nerves and half a life while driving back the persisted urge to vomit that hat until a moment ago in Seoul Chris the flashing reds and blues of patrol cars shattered by the light yet steady drops of falling rain illuminated the yards of yellow tape that surrounded the building behind the old factory where once countless animals screamed their laugh before meeting the butcher's life that long ago fallen into disuse until recently the man who walked into the station earlier that evening had carried an oddly shaped back the desk sergeant was on the phone as he would have sooner noticed the crimson spatters some still wet that covered the man's face and closed the slow drip drip drip of fluid that leaked from the bag marking a trail behind him the sergeants attention was only captured when the man poured a fountain of gore upon the desk assorted limbs and organs intermixed in a disgusting soup of blood and awful long ropes of intestines curling and twisting around livers hearts and ear and their sightless I the only one of the few people milling about the police Lobby not moved by this unholy offering the man had simply stepped back from the desk and lowered himself to his knees hands interlaced above his head he remained their grotesque smile never leaving his face until the pandemonium was sufficiently controlled and the officers on duty were able to make his arrest he talked then briefly handcuffed to a table in the interrogation room his name was Spencer Dara bombs the various body parts belong to his wife Tracey and their three children all girls between the ages of five and ten he told the police where to find the rest of them John had worked homicide for the last twenty years but even now rapidly approaching retirement he had never seen anything like this that was saying something the wake was no strangers to odd even fantastic two murders until a couple of years ago John would have said there was nothing that could shock him nothing that could take him back to the short breath and heaving nausea he'd experienced the first time he'd seen a dead body that two-bit prostitute gutted and dumped in a back alley he would have been wrong the body's horrific as they might be weren't what caused John's gorge to rise for he'd seen many in far greater state of decay neither was it the obvious tools of torture haphazardly spread throughout a factory here a wording kit there a jar of industrial-strength acid over their various implements to Flay's scooping pits know what had hit John hardest was the old television connected to an ancient VCR the yellow paper stuck to his black screen reading plainly the scene that unfolded in the first 30 seconds of that video was enough to open John's perspective to just how shallow his understanding of human perversion at mean oh that poor little girl a rat eaten cardboard box placed next to the television contained more video tapes many more John knew before the investigation was over he would have to painstakingly go through each of them for evidence and the brief exposure he just experienced had him already concerned for his mental health all cases left scars some far deeper than others his phone vibrated and John flicked aside the half burned cigarettes before fishing it out of his pocket checking the caller ID he sized before flipping it out the only reason Lisa would be calling this late was if Paul was stonewalling her again leave it to a cop's daughter to marry a cop yeah hon dad what's going on Paul was supposed to be home two hours ago but said something came up and won't tell me anything that's a new case sweetheart nothing I can fill you in on Chiefs gotta keep an eye on the perp until we give the scene an initial once-over and hopefully get ahead of the media shitstorm sure to follow you all more details you can get it from the Talking Heads same as everybody else a voice got quieted that is it really that bad he grimaced pretty bad okay just tell him to be careful and that I love him will do try not to worry too much it won't be good for the baby he could hear the smile in her voice he'll be fine he comes from good stock John smiled back mostly from your mother's side Becky still okay with the pregnancy sweet as ever can't wait to be a big sister that's my girl okay hon I gotta go I'll tell Paula to check in when he can thanks dad love you I love you too closing the phone John returned it to his pockets he shook his head to clear it stealing himself before turning and re-entering the bill he crossed over to what they were considering the center of the crime see they'd stationed large portable lights around his perimeter to better illuminate the dingy confines of the area where a small group of people swarm placing numbered placards and snapping pictures tell me what you got Ramirez the lead CSI turned from where he was crouched in the process of bagging a piece of evidence John stomach gurgled unhappy when he saw it appeared to be a child's ear good news depending on how you look at it boss won't be able to confirm they belong to dara bond until we get back to the lab but there's crystal clear prints all over pretty much every night hatch it in the sorted Pony object in here we've got fibers hair samples the whole gamut and Charlie saying based on her initial screening of the remains she should be able to pull blood and semen from well pretty much anywhere doesn't look like her boy was particularly concerned about hiding what he was doing John placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose as he felt the beginnings of a migraine started kicking anything that might indicate some kind of motive journal anything like that not yet boss no telling what's on those videotapes though John grimaced great and what about the message Ramirez shook his head as one the two men turned to the far end of the crime scene amid a litany of other abuses skin from the torsos of the four victims had been delicately removed and spread across one of the factory walls like an horrific canvas a word was painted in blood on each intern her red right not sure boss I took the liberty of googling it closest thing looks like a paraphrasing of something out of a Milton's Paradise Lost my guess is the purpose referring to himself although I had no idea who the her he's referring to my B neither do i John Brown okay you and your team finish up here make sure we process everything by the book even though there seems to be plenty of evidence you never know what's going to be the thing to make it stick this clown is a real sick puppy and I don't think any of us would sleep particularly well if he manages to avoid conviction based on a technicality I'm going to head back over to the office how to sit down with him see if he feels like taping a confession before he has more time to think about what he's done sounds good boss I'll call you if we find anything especially pertinent Oh though his gaze swept over the scene at this point I'm not sure what would qualify John shook his head in agreement and headed for the door just as he reached his car he felt his phone vibrates again hey Steve tell me you boys have something over there hey John yeah we've gone a little bit for you don't know if it'll shed any light though Bob and I went over to the darabond residence the guy's an MD works in the ER at st. Vincent's in town here no record nothing so much as a parking ticket no sign of struggle at the house his supervisor at the hospital said Darabont phoned in last week to call off a couple of shifts just saying they were taking an impromptu family vacation he apparently told the kids school the same thing his wife stayed at home with the youngest girl so there was no one that would've noticed her missing right away we did manage to track Darabont's mom down ladies in her 70s and got concerned when she hadn't heard from him I guess he typically visits her on Sundays she swung by the house and found a note saying the whole family was going to be out of town for a couple of weeks that seems kind of odd she thought so to it we entered her out since normally he would have called her even more when she couldn't get him on his cell but the note was in Darabont's handwriting she wasn't quite concerned enough to contact the department John Fran probably wouldn't matter even if she had if everything else you've got is true there'd be nothing to flag it even if she reported him as a missing person any idea why he was shown up here in the wake nothing we found so far doesn't seem to have any connection to the place in particular far as his mom knew he never even visited your part of the state John sigh the headache now coming on in full force alright thanks Steve appreciate the help tell chief McClay and I said hey we'll do John will keep sniffing around over here see if anybody at the hospital has anything more they can tell us check if they noticed and acting out of character recently sounds good although with all the evidence it's looking like we've got I think finding a motive will just be pure gravy talk to you later later with much to ponder John got in his car and started back towards the station it was past midnight when he parked in the lot the shadows dark and thrown long by the lamps lining the way up the path to the administrative entrance John pulled out his lanyard with his staff key and let himself in handed his pistol and side piece over to spirelli who was on my guard as he passed through the metal detector then Rijo stood his weapons before making his way towards the squad room passing the ever overflowing board displaying the many missing children of the week the bullpen was deserted small wonder of his wake wasn't large enough to warrant much of a police force so all available units were pretty much already at the scene or resting up to start that shift in the morning he frowned at the chief darkened office lazy asshole the man had been mentally checked out for years now just biding time to a retirement looming even closer than John's if things had gone a little differently it could have been John wearing the pants in the department but no well that was an old gripe no sense rehashing it now not with work to be done he grabbed a pen my pad of paper a digital tape recorder and rights waiver before heading back to the interrogation room he was men outside the door by officer Poole Schuster who aside from being a solid cop was also his son-in-law hey Paul chief Holbrook check out yes sir a couple hours ago she said he needed to get some sleep to be able to face the press in the morning uh-huh and how's our guest he's still in the interrogation room sir right where you asked me to keep him John looked at the perp through the one sided glass the guy was fucking weird no I mean how is he he's well I hate God sir Jesus how many times I have to tell you it's John less were in a formal setting Christ what do you mean odd I mean he's just sitting there with that creepy smile on his face hasn't asked anyone for a phone call a lawyer cup of coffee nothing pretty sure he pissed himself even those Pirelli and I have given him plenty of opportunities to hit the head John friend did you say anything more no not since the initial Intel where we could find the bodies Sir John I mean the scene did you find the wife and kids what was left of them John chewed his lip thoughtfully all right if he'll try to talk to the son of a bitch holes eye is white sir do you think that's such a good idea the chief said Yeah right the chief look Paul I'm gonna go in there with some forms in a tape recorder so if I can't get this psycho to give me a confession before he changes his mind and lawyers up if you aren't comfortable skirting the Chiefs orders a little how about you go call my daughter so she stops worrying Paul pondered this for a moment sorry sir you go in there I'm coming with you the guy's chained up and your wife is worried why you haven't called all shook his head I can't do that sir it'd be a breach of protocol to allow one officer in the room with a suspect besides we should kill me if something happened to you John couldn't help but love all right you're freaking Boy Scout how you ever managed to bag my little girl with that clean-cut attitude I'll never know fine let's go before Paul could protest further John open the door to the room and stepped inside the metal chair squeaked harshly on the floor as he pulled it out into the seats carefully arranging the materials he had brought with him to the site he heard Paul take our position behind him leaning against the wall at last John turned his attention to the prisoner the room was well-lit to allow for easy observation but some trick of the light seemed to drape the suspect in shadow his hair was long and matted with blood falling forward and hiding his face behind it a big man fat with the weight of middle-age his clothes were covered and stained with the many fluids of his victims as John watched Darabont looked up at him his eyes almost seeming to glow with a red sheen through the curtain of his head crazed smile never leaving his lips John repressed an involuntary shiver odd was not how he would have described in their terrifying maybe John cleared his flows for statites my so doctored Arbat dark is okay to call you Spencer the prisoner replied with an almost imperceptible not great glad we're getting out such a good foot now a Spencer I'm detective Avery you me and my friend officer shut sir here are going to have a nice little chat about what happened to your family okay again the slight not fantastic now I'm required if you'd like to have a lawyer present this time a small head shake alrighty now since there's no lawyers present do I have your permission to record this conversation John frowns slightly when berra bond shook his head in the okay then John slid the recorder from the table and passed it back to Paul stealthily pressing the record button as he did so all slid the recorder into his pockets where the red light would be concealed John turned back to Darabont real quick before we get started dr. dar BOTS I'm going to need you to sign this form saying you've agreed to talk to me and that you don't want a lawyer John slid the form over to the prisoner feeling a slight moment of apprehension when Darabont took the pen in his large meaty hand before sprawling an imperceptible signature on the indicated line and handing it back to him thank you so much he passed the form to Paul throughout these preliminaries John has slowly become aware that something was off about Darabont's he couldn't put his finger on just what's but he had interviewed enough murderers to know that this guy wasn't right even so far as crazed killers went whatever it was that indefinable thing scared him almost beyond reason it spoke to some ancient reptilian part of John's brain and told him to put as much distance between him and the thing sitting across the table as humanly possible shaking his head to clear it John pressed on hoping he projected more confidence than he found beginning to think that conducting this interview may of being a mistake now Spencer I'm an old-fashioned sort of guy so I'm going to be direct with you I don't really need you to confess because I already have enough evidence to lock you away for a really really long time so what I'm really curious about John here that the killer across from him is why why did you kill your family the silence pregnant with anticipation John's perception took on a kind of hypersensitivity a taste of the burger eat had for lunch caked the back of his throat and he could smell the faintly sweet aroma of Paul's aftershave behind it accompanying the stench of the dark equals staining the prisoners clothes to his front he swallowed uneasily despite himself at last Darabont spoke his voice almost a whisper but nevertheless carrying the sound of gravel quarter of a sheet metal surf on his mana grin widened even further as the tiny hairs on the back of John's neck stood up full attention and he desperately fought the urge to wet himself and then the strangest sensation overcame John it felt as though Darabont was searching his mind and directly asking questions to his subconscious you're a family man what detective I can tell Darabont was say ever wondered how a little girl tastes he was asking Darabont smiled lasciviously I know in every way you could mean he chuckled what didn't bother to bag groceries for a family outing didn't need to just fried and pieces often to feed each other they refused first but I found ways to motivate them to choke it down beside as if remembering wife was the easiest you wouldn't believe the things I got her to do by promising to stop hurting her babies well I guess you'll know if you see the tapes you love evilly if you live so long across a lighter sada who died a little more in the bitch's eyes every time still didn't keep her from her green the next time for the next or the next he licked his lips that will right there seen spirit chipped away bit by bit was almost as good as the pleasure I got turning her spawn into such a willing little whores he threw his voice higher daddy do anything just please don't cut off more photos chuckle that Factory got some good memories there good memories old and new darkness is on the rise detectives shadows comin the wolves howl the Serpent's hiss you can have to make a choice you all will john stared at the man and what choice is that Darabont smiled rather to be good little meat snack who serves his masters winley or one who needs to be broken I like ones who fight you run his tongue across the front of his tea makes the agony much sweeter which we you choose detective when the Sun goes dark and the moon falls silent when the song of joy echoes across the land whichever will you choose John felt frozen where he sends the pounding of his heart a drum in his ears Paul equally still behind him is Dara bong went quiet grinning madly finally John managed to stutter out another question what who is her red right hand who is she from within the dark recesses of his matted hair John could see Dara bonds eyes glowed bloody Scarlett's no question now impossible as it was why I'm the red right hand detectives her prophet the one who prepares the path spreading discord in despair were our own yes for her he laughed it was crazy but it seemed to John that Darwin's teeth were lengthening sharpening she is the arm of her the first the one who leads the way he grim into darkness abruptly the lights in the station went out there was a brief moment of silence before John had a sharp metallic snap but his mind dimly registered must be the sound of a handcuff chain being broken suddenly he was thrown backwards out of his chair to the ground as an enormous black thing all glowing red eyes and flashing fangs flipped the heavy metal table across the room and flew at him with a roar he yelled and raised his hands defensively but the attack never came instead he had a crash and the sound of a desperate struggle sir sir shoot him okay for Jesus Paul cried dammit yeah yeah at that the voice of his son-in-law screaming in pain the crippling fear was driven out of John as sharply as if he'd been dunked in a bucket of ice water years of training took over hands regaining his feet he fumbled briefly to release his pistol from its holster before pulling it free he used Paul's cries to orient himself raising his gun towards the mound of inky blackness that seemed even darker than its surroundings John pulled the trigger once twice each shot accompanied by a white flash in the sound of thunder again the game until the chambers were empty and the gun only clicked holily as the echo of the last shot faded away the dark mass fell heavily to the ground at his feet John heard the sound of rapid footsteps and turned as the door was thrown open the soft glow of emergency lights revealing the form of officers pirelli who pushed into the room gun craw detective Avery what's going on I heard a crash and then gunshots is everything all oh don't turn back to the rooms interior the light leaking in from the hallway provided just enough illumination so he could see Spencer Darabont's limp and lying face down where he'd fallen on top of Paul's on leaving for John lowered his gun to his side a black hole rapidly expanding in his stomach God oh gods how was he going to tell Lisa he tensed when Darabont shifted fucking how Paul groans John did you get the fat ass off of me John sat at his desk a cup of lukewarm coffee held in his hand a lit cigarette between his fingers smoking inside was strictly against the Chiefs policy but fuck him Clara Vaughn's body was still cooling on the floor of the interrogation room where he died as John hadn't quite yet words up the motivation to call Ramirez to tell Charlie to come grab the stiff spur Ellie was back at his Guard Station John had practically had to force him back there only after ensuring him that he and Paul were both fine he'd sent Paul home to Lisa miraculously the kid was basically unharmed a few bumps bruises and scratches but nothing too major and John had asked him widescreen he said the freak had been trying to bite his neck of all things John angrily stubbed out the cigarette in the bottom of an empty car fucking psycho he'd already decided he was going to leave paws involvement out of his official report John figured he'd be able to spin the whole thing so there wouldn't be too much trouble brought down on anyone he knew spirelli would back up whatever he said but the kid didn't deserve the heat neither did Lisa John side probably did the world a favor by sanctioning down on the way he had the guy was so nuts he'd even had John seeing things at the end there a red right hat right good luck preparing the way for the darkness now fuck oh the Morning Sun was just beginning to peak its face over the horizon when John at last headed to his car to go home Darabont had been bagged and tagged his initial report had been fired and all pertinent parties had been notified chief Holbrook had been pissed although John figured it was as much for being woken up at 3:00 in the morning as from learning John at shot their murder suspect he'd been modified and John informed him he'd managed to get a taped confession out of dad no matter that he hadn't agreed to tape it had been easy enough to forge his signature on the appropriate form at some point in the night he realized poor must have ended up taking a tape recorder with him along with the rights waiver he'd handed him small wandering forgotten them with everything that had gone on John would just have to swing by his in Lisa's place and pick them up before going back to the station that afternoon John took in the Morning Sun almost surprised at the lightness in his hands he'd never killed a man before last night but maybe this feeling was because he had served to remove a piece of true darkness from the world his pocket vibrated and he fished his phone out a minute later John has slapped his magnetic flash to the roof and was pushing the old Chevy to his breaking point as he roared across the wake siren wailing might have something for you John Steve had said just got done talking to an ER nurse that was on shift with Darabont at st. Vincent's the last day he came to work before disappearing said he treated some crazy woman a homeless drifter that had been shot trying to sneak into a residence EMTs had to strap the psycho down once they'd reestablished a heartbeat the nurse said the patient had been raving on and on about darkness and something about her right hand or somesuch anyway the loonie ended up managing to give your purpose solid bite on the forearm or they sedated her and she calmed down claimed she didn't remember anything she'd been doing up to that point the nurse figured Darabont took a few days off to recover from the injury but I'm wondering if we didn't catch some kind of virus or something from the woman she honored hang out man he pulled into Lisa's driveway and let out of the car without bothering to turn off the engine running up the walk the house dark he drew his pistol as he reached the front door he calls for a moment considering whether it would be better to use his spare key to gain entry or simply kick the damn door down when he noticed the white piece of paper taped to the inside of the screen John remove and load with the trembling hands and read it twice before collapsing to his knees in complete and utter despair hey John after all the excitement last night I decided to take a few days off and figured I may as well keep the whole family for a little vacation don't worry I'll take extra good care of that and I'll make sure to take plenty of home movies so you won't miss a thing that daughter of yours sure has spirit see you soon he recognized Paul's hand right even though the note was on side [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Applause] thanks for taking the time to drop by and watch this video you know what would make me a happy doctor hidden that like button leaving a comment and subscribing to my channel go on I've got plenty more stories to tell you

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Channel: Dr. Creepen

Views: 32,243

Rating: 4.9166665 out of 5

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Length: 36min 0sec (2160 seconds)

Published: Mon Jul 10 2017

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This really was one of the best creepypastas that I've heard. Very well written and very well narrated.

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