Hi, Ottings. This is the Something Scary podcast. I'm your Atte Sapphire. I'm going to be taking a short break from the show, but I'll be back soon. Until then, I'll be leaving you in the capable hands of Marcia McCarty, who you'll be meeting later in the show. First, I'll share a Swedish urban legend called Pink Hands.

Then I'll have a chat with Marcia so you can get to know her,

and then she'll read a creepy pasta that has stuck with her over the years.

Want to hear something scary?

Pink Hands. A Swedish tale submitted by Kenza.

There once was a girl who was left home alone while her mom and dad were at a party.

She quickly became bored watching TV, so she walked through the woods, a shortcut to the outlet mall.

There, she entered the CD store.

She walked up and down every aisle until she saw something that caught her eye.

There, she saw a CD with the title, Pink Hands.

There was something about the album artwork that captivated her, the bright colors, the title, Pink Hands. There was something about the album artwork that captivated her,

the bright colors, the abstract shapes. She decided to buy it. She had to have it.

She grabbed it and handed it to the cash register. His gaze lingered on the cover for a few

moments, looking puzzled. He turned his head towards the

door in the corner of the store, labeled Employees Only. Hey, Stan, I thought I told you to get rid of

the Pink Hands albums. A teenager of no more than 17 years of age emerged from the room and walked over.

Yeah, and I did.

The cashier looked back down at the album.

The plastic protective wrap was pristine,

and the sticker along the edge of the case was in one piece.

It was definitely a new album.

Look, kid, the cashier began to say,

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