Blood Splatter On Wall Novels & Stories

He rоllѕ аwау from mе toward thе wall, blood spatters, and mу соnfіdеnсе rеturnѕ. Just thеn I’m ѕtunnеd bу a slap tо thе bасk of head. Mу face bоunсеѕ оff the соnсrеtе, аnd I fееl рrеѕѕurе іn my ears. Tеаrѕ роur frоm my еуеѕ and I ѕее a ріесе оf аnсіеnt bubble gum оn the раvеmеnt nеxt to mу face. I’m ѕtunnеd by thе раіn shooting dоwn my neck, but I mаkе ѕurе nоt tо move, nееdіng tо trісk thеm іntо thіnkіng I’m dоwn.

“The man that’d kidnapped your daughter is impossible to find. No one knows who he is, or what he looks like. C-Murek never takes his mask off. But there is something that might help you find him.” The room was silent. They paid prompt attention to whatever he was about to say. Jeffery took in a long, quivering breath before continuing. And suddenly, blood splattered across the room and smeared on the walls—and on everyone else in that room. “Bloody hell!” William bawled as he took in sight of the blood which spread all over his T-shirt. He was momentarily confused by what was happening. A deep feeling of revulsion grew within him as he turned to stare at the flesh and bile that’d scattered

As she slumped down against the wall, blood from the back of her head oozed out, leaving deep red marks on the white wall. Shelly was sat against the wall with her legs slightly apart, and blood began to seep out from under her skirt. That must be the blood flowing from her belly.

There was blood everywhere. The bathtub. The floor. The walls…bloody scratch marks on the walls that indicated that the victim had struggled. She looked back down at his head that had been split open with a lot of matter splashed against the walls and floor. “Oh my God!” she muttered again,still trying to stop herself from throwing up. She took in the sight of the bullet holes on his arms and legs, the slash marks on his chest drawing her attention. Whoever did this was no ordinary killer. They wanted something,this was a murder with intent and her body shivered at the realization.

They quickly reached the box. Inside were tons of discarded needles. Some still had dried blood on them, like someone had used them here. The blood was blackened, old. Raina studied it but couldn’t make sense of it. She wanted to go back and look at the wall again when out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of scratches on a nearby wall. The scratches were mostly hidden behind a metal table. You’d never notice them unless you looked closely. Raina paused, then moved forward to lift the table—but Leif beat her to it and pulled it away.

He has changed and morphed into something unrecognizable. As I glanced around the room, it was like staring into the eyes of a horrifying creature or a monstrous being. The sight that met my eyes was chilling. Blood was splattered everywhere, staining the furniture, chairs, floors, and even other objects that my father seemed to have a twisted fascination with painting in blood. The walls were adorned with streaks of blood, a deep crimson hue that stood out starkly against the bright white sheetrock, even in the darkness of the room. This wasn't the work of an ordinary human. No person with a shred of conscience could commit such gruesome acts.

I pushed it slowly and stepped inside, and I froze at the sight before me. There he was, slumped in his chair with his mouth open and his eyes wide, and a bullet hole in his chest. Blood pooled across the carpet beneath him, soaking into the fibers like it had been there for hours. The walls were splattered with a little bit of his blood, and it looked like this must have happened a few hours ago. Fuck!

Their faces drained of colour so fast it was almost frightening. “Luna—” Jake’s voice cracked as he rushed forward, hands half-raised like he could push me back out into the hall. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” I barely registered his words. The sight before me rooted me in place. Blood was splattered across the floor and smeared over the walls. Pooling dark and heavy in the cracks of the stone and the iron stench stung my nose. The shallow bowl I’d seen earlier brimmed with crimson water, rippling as though it carried the tremor of fear hanging thick in the room.

I pushed and shoved my way through, and my eyes met with a horrifying scene. Fresh blood splattered everywhere. It painted the walls, tree, and ground red. A woman’s body lay on its stomach, and her eyes were wide open. The liquid oozed out like jelly. The spectators around her whispered, “This never happened before... our neighborhood isn’t safe... how could this happen... blah, blah, blah,” nonsense.

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵. Her warning had the required threat in it, the words were less, yet it made Zero wonder that the red fluid that smeared the wall was the paint or the victim's blood. "I want full report." He spoke just watching the horror scene before him, the man was lying on the dusty gray ground with his chest down. He wore the soldier outfit blood splattered over his clothes and a small slit was over his back, blood smeared his clothes and made a pool around his immobile body.