Bang Bang is a creepy story about a guy who has a strange and unusual power. He discovers that he can make people explode just by pointing at them with his finger. It is based on a creepypasta story by Myth. The picture is “Finger Gun Kill” by Chicanart213 on Deviantart.
The first time I remember it happening was when I was nine years old. My friend Johnny and I were playing in his back yard. The sun was just setting and it shone through his back fence, casting an orange and red glow. We were playing Cowboys and Indians. Johnny was the cowboy, riding down the lonesome trail and I was the Indian threatening to scalp him.
We ran around the swingset, laughing and whooping. Johnny accidentally tripped over his own shoelaces and I ran over to where he lay in the dirt. Pointing my finger at him, I shouted, â€œBang! Bang!â€
Suddenly, his head exploded.
Bits of brain, skull and blood showered down onto the grass. At first, I didn’t understand what had happened. I just stared, open-mouthed and my hand fell to my side.
In the background, someone was screaming. Johnnyâ€™s mother came tearing out the back door and knelt down beside her son’s headless body. She cradled him in her arms and started sobbing and wailing.
I ran all the way home.
Johnnyâ€™s funeral was a closed casket affair. As they lowered him into the grave, his tearful mother grabbed me and started shaking me like a rag doll, begging me to tell her what had happened to her son. I had no more idea than she did.
Over the years, I gradually managed to get over it and almost managed to forget the entire traumatic experience. I never played cowboys and indians again.
The second time it happened was in the park. I was sitting on a bench, eating lunch and there was a little girl running around, playing with a water pistol. She came running up to me, pointing her water gun at me and shouted, â€œHands up!â€
I smiled and raised my arms, pretending to be afraid. She sprayed me in the face with her water pistol and giggled. Then, she said, â€œNow it’s your turn!â€
Something inside me told me not to do it, but I shrugged off the uneasy feeling, lifted my finger and pointed it at her.
â€œBang! Bang!â€ I said.
The moment the words left my lips, the little girl exploded like a water balloon.
Crimson chunks rained down around me. For the next few minutes, all I could think of was my friend Johnny and his decapitated body lying in his backyard.
When I came back to my senses, I saw the girl’s mother scrambling around on the grass, screaming and gathering up her daughter’s dismembered limbs, frantically clutching an arm and a leg.
All I could do was run away.
The third time it happened was just this morning. I had an argument with my wife and in the heat of the moment, I wagged my finger in her face, telling her off. I didnâ€™t even say, “Bang! Bang!” It happened anyway.
I canâ€™t bring myself to go on anymore. I can’t bear the thought of cleaning my wife’s remains off the kitchen floor. I can’t take the chance that I might cause another death. I canâ€™t do it anymore. That’s why I’ve decided to put an end to all of this. All I have to do is place my finger against my head and say the words…
At least I’ll go out with a bang.