Are Old Blood Stains Permanent Novels & Stories

Then he opens the evidence bag slightly which contains a dark, worn out fabric soaked in water, her fingers hover over it but don’t touch it. “That’s dad's shirt” she says immediately. My stomach drops. “You’re sure?” I ask quietly. “Yes.” Her voice doesn’t waver. She crouches, studying the cloth. “The dark stain on it is not from water,” she murmurs. Alexander kneels beside her. “What do you see.” “Blade,” she says. “Clean slice.” Alexis steps closer. “Blood?” she asks. Lucian shakes his head. “None.” Relief moves through me like a slow exhale.

As I leant down to refill it, I noticed the bloodstain from the previous day on my shirt. I grimaced and held it out to examine as I frowned. It was fully dry and I stood no chance of removing the stain but I could at least try to get some of the crusty blood off. So I walked down the stream a little until I was out of sight of the patrol and took my shirt off before I began soaking the patch with the stain it in the water. I tried scrubbing and rinsing and squeezing but whatever I did the vibrant red remained. "Good luck getting that out," Alpha River said with a laugh.

The deep red liquid spilled onto her shirt, staining it and spreading outwards like a macabre halo. The blood had already started to dry on her skin, leaving a dark, crusty trail that extended from her neck down to her chin. The sight of it made me feel sick to my stomach. As I looked closer, I noticed that the blood had also trickled down onto Clara's face, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and forehead.

In less than a minute, the place was crowded with employees of the company; some of them were trying to help the dead man, while others were trying to figure out the cost of his death. "How can this be possible? He has lost a lot of blood; there is literally no blood in his body, but there isn’t any blood on the floor. Only the bloodstains on his shirt are an evidentiary sign of blood. How can his shirt absorb so much blood?" a security guard said. Mr. Abel's body was moved to the floor by security personnel.

Daniel told him, still impassive, “and I couldn't tell you if any of my family or friends to whom it was ever lent bled there and didn't want to leave that in plain sight.” “Are you aware that a crime could have been committed there?” Norma asked. “The pattern of that bloodstain suggests that whoever it belonged to was thrown violently against that wall.” “As far as I know, nothing strange has ever happened in that cabin, and one less murder, for God's sake! You will have to investigate it then. Also, if I'm not mistaken, where a homicide is committed there are always many traces of blood, right? Not just a stain.” “You are right,” Roy told him, “there's always more blood, and we haven't fou

“How am I going to fit into a pair of your jeans, you tall, skinny fuck?” “Fine I’ll buy you a new pair of jeans, happy now? A three hundred quid pair of jeans that aren’t covered in blood.” “They were a limited edition. Besides that’s not the point, I could have washed them.” “No you couldn’t, they’ve got tests and stuff. Forensic science that can find traces in the fibres and shit, even after they’re washed.” “It probably wouldn’t even be there tomorrow. I mean it was already . . . ” “What?”

"She had nothing to do as well, so she began to clean." There were many pieces of cloth and some old clothes. She didn't know whether she should throw them away or not. "Mango gathered the old clothes together. Suddenly, she saw a shirt covered with bloodstains." "The clothes were probably old because the bloodstains on them were dark-coloured. Hence, she wouldn't have spotted the dark stains if she did not look at the clothes closely." "Mango's brows furrowed slightly. She took the blood-stained clothes under her nose and smelled them. However, she could not smell anything."

No person with a shred of conscience could commit such gruesome acts. Every wall bore the marks of bloodstains, some of which seemed to have been there for a considerable amount of time, untouched by any attempts at cleaning. The room reeked of decay as if someone had left rotting flesh inside. I knew it was the lingering scent of the blood that hadn't been properly cleaned but had instead dried up, causing the putrid odor to permeate the air. But where did all this blood come from?

I stepped inside the bathroom, whose door had been ajar and I froze almost immediately. There, sitting in the sink, was a roll of bandage. It looked like it had been hurriedly tossed there, part of it unraveling into the basin. But what stopped my breath wasn’t the mess, it was the color of the blood staining the cloth. Not red. Not even dark crimson. It was black. My chest tightened. The blood was dark, that means malicious magic. How come it didn’t turn dark yesterday when Lilith had checked it? My fingers trembled as I reached for it. The air in the bathroom suddenly felt heavy, suffocating. When I touched the dried bandage, a faint chill pulsed through my skin.