Novel & Cerita Blood Splatter On Wall

I had to be strong—the woman I’d built myself into after my heartbreak had all but destroyed me. I forced myself to straighten off the door. Force the thoughts down. Study my surroundings. A king-sized bed sprawled in the center of the room. Thick curtains covered half a wall’s worth of windows. A set of leather sofas sat before a massive wardrobe on the far side of the room, and a closed door likely led to an ensuite bath. Hopefully with a shower. It wasn’t until I stepped away from the wall that I noticed the blood splatter on my shirt. I plucked at the white cloth to study the splotches of dried rusty-red. Where had they come from?

"Sir, you..." "You know what? I don't even need the money anymore. How about I just trash everything here? When I'm satisfied, I'll leave. Is that okay with you?" He grabbed another object and hurled it at the wall. As it smashed, a person near the impact area gasped; her face had been grazed by a shard of glass. Blood trickled down her face, and she stared in shock, the sight of her blood making her dizzy.

All that remained was a smear of dark blood near the door… and a thick, silver claw mark etched violently across the marble wall. Was I having a nightmare in broad daylight?

I wiped the crimson spilled over my shoulders and left of my face with a white cloth I have prepared earlier just for this purpose. My stiff hands were gritting with force as I remove the splatter of blood from my face all while staring at the horror before my eyes, sitting comfortably on a red couch remembering if I ever did my work this messy before. Bodies atop of one another and their blood spilled like hot milk on the slight sheen of the floor. The air is thick with the stench of blood as though you licked the rust off of the metal.

I screamed. The entire room was a mess. My clothes were torn and littered all over the floor if claws had been used to rip them apart. The books Emily had gifted me to kill time were burned, and their ashes were everywhere. The curtains, flower vases and other items were either smashed into bits or broken. But the worst part was the wall. The wall was covered in blood. Blood that spelt out one word. Traitor.

With one last scream, Jake watched the bird explode into a mound of blood, spattering the entire window red. "Fuck!" Jake didn't make a move, his eyes still on the window. That was not the end of it of course as the blood on the window began to slowly move in a gradual spiralling motion until it formed a perfect circle. The already rising sun cast light through the window, making the blood stain translucent. Jake turned from the window to the floor where a pale red circular patch had formed from the sunlight. He could also see that reflection from the full length mirror that stood in front of him against the wall.

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.

There was so much blood. It was on Matt’s truck door. A large puddle was on the floor by his front wheel. The mess by the door to the building looked as if Matt had tried to fight back. Claw marks littered the outside of the door. What the hell had happened?

He inspected it closer and saw a splatter of blood that went also through the wall. Unmistakably, his life is being threatened.

Finally entering the building, I look up, and what I am faced with is way worse than I ever thought would happen when Hudson walked through my room doors. “Dear goddess,” Hudson mutters behind me in shock. The walls are painted red with the blood of the victim. The tables are overturned as if there was some sort of struggle and there is a particular part of the wall that looks as if a person's head was bashed in. The whole scene looks like a slaughterhouse. I could feel bile rise up my throat as I notice something in the distance between the kitchen and the living room.