Bed Bug Blood Stains On Pillow Novels & Stories

An empty beer bottle sits on the nightstand. And I am naked. An icy cold, far more terrible than the hangover, suddenly seizes me. I sit up with a start, my heart pounding fit to burst, the sheet pulled up to my chin. The movement awakens a throbbing, diffuse pain between my thighs. A pain I had never known. My panicked gaze sweeps the room. There is no one. But on the pillow next to me, a trace. The imprint of a head. The pillow is crumpled. And on the sheet, a stain. A small, brownish, rust-colored stain, that looks like dried blood.

I had come to assess the room before returning to the My eyes moved again to the rough sheets on the bed, and to my horror, there was a stain of blood right at the center of the bed. It wasn't that noticeable but it was quite obvious when viewed from a closer angle. I couldn't believe a part of Derrick was still left in the room, and if I hadn't seen it, David might've noticed the stain on the day of his arrival.

It would probably make things a lot easier if I was one. I pull the covers back on the bed and see that the sheets are stained yellow in spots, there are black spots -that I don’t think are a pattern on the fabric-, some redish brown… NOPE! I’m done. I should have just paid the extra $60 and gone to the Travel place down the road. I don’t have the money to pay for a second room for the night so… the car it is! I don’t bother taking a pillow or blanket with me, probably infested with bedbugs or something. I wretch at the thought.

The darkness seems alive, crawling at the edges of my vision. I reach out without thinking, pulling one of César's pillows close. I press it to my face, desperate for that familiar scent, the faint mix of tobacco, cologne, and something darker that always clung to him. But it's gone. I freeze. The pillow smells like nothing. Just detergent. Clean, empty, lifeless. The maids must have changed the sheets. A strange, painful lump forms in my throat. I clutch the pillow tighter, pressing it harder against my face until my eyes sting. My chest burns.

Zoe exclaimed happily as she dragged Angela to the room. If she thought the living room was bad, she was in for a surprise, because the tiny room was worse. The mattress, if it could even be called that, was tired-looking with faded fabrics, and lots of stains on it, and she was pretty sure there were bedbugs on it. The door groaned in protest, revealing spaces where the walls seemed to sigh with the weight of countless struggles. Thread-worn blankets clung desperately to skeletal bed frames, bearing witness to restless nights and fleeting hopes. She stepped carefully afraid

Kaden sits up, pulling me with him and threading his hands in my hair. I straddle his lap, more than ready to show him how much I love him too. We just stare into each other’s eyes, sharing soft touches and tender kisses. The bed shifts behind me, Declan moving to join us, but then he stills. “Liv, baby, I think-, I think you’re bleeding.” He sounds panicked. “What?” Kaden sounds just as frantic, both of us looking where Declan is staring at the bed. It feels surreal as I look at the blood staining the bed. Kaden lifts me up gently, both of us staring in disbelief at the splotch of red on his leg. I run my hand through the blood streaking down my thighs, and smear it between my fingers.

Between the two pillars, near the ceiling, stretched and hanging like a banner was my bed sheet. The one I'd left bundled at the bottom of my bed when I got up this morning and it had already been gone. I hadn't registered it was gone, I hadn't looked, I'd been too busy checking every room for him. And there, in the center, was my jagged, rust-colored stain. My legs stopped working. I wanted to scream, rush and pull it down before anyone else could see, but I couldn’t move. I just stared. At the theatrical display before and I felt the coffee I'd made this morning turing sharply in my guts.

Mitch suddenly stopped after two kilometers, and he started to tremble all over. "Oh no, we're out of luck." Everyone looked down. Mitch rolled up his pants, and they saw a bloodsucking bug on top of his leg. It sucked on Mitch's blood greedily. The bloodsucking bug was pale gray and half transparent. The blood could be seen in its body as it turned a dark red. Mitch tugged on the bloodsucking bug and threw it far away, saying, "Damn it. We can't continue forward. Wilbur, there are bloodsucking bugs on this path. We need to head back."

His walls were all made of glass, casting a warm glow into the gothic room to give it a stunning illumination. His penthouse screamed of the many riches he seemed to have accumulated. Since it was so large, my other duties were lessened so I could clean for him. Sighing, I cleaned his penthouse. This time, I didn’t find condom wrappers and panties. I found blood stains on his bathroom wall and used shoes that had blood stains on them. The shoes may have been black but I recognized blood. What the fuck? Did Markos get hurt without telling me about it? It was a lot of blood. It wasn’t just small stains. Other than that, there was no other trace of blood anywhere else.

I quickly changed into an oversized black shirt and loose jersey shorts, which I used to wear often. After changing, I replaced the bed sheets and pillowcases because I wanted to rest today. It’s been months since I last washed them, so it’s about time. I wouldn’t want to be attacked by bedbugs while I’m in the middle of my relaxation. “Ah, so comfy!” I exclaimed, hugging my pillow tightly.