Novel & Cerita Blood Splatter On Wall

Shattered inward. The walls were scratched deeply, long claw marks tearing on the surface. The floor… was filled with blood splash and smear everywhere. “W-what…” I whispered. I forced myself up, gripping my head with both hands as I steadied my steps. My belongings were ruined. Furniture overturned. Fabric torn and glass shattered. Even the window wasn’t spared, blood streaked on it. My heart began to pound. Who…? Who was hurt? Who survived? I moved toward the doorway. Then stepped out.

On what was spotless, marble tile was now having drips of blood splattering onto its floor. I moved out from Victor's protective embrace to see that it was him that was bleeding. The crimson red fluid streamed down his face from his forehead where the glass had hit him. "Victor…?" My voice was barely above a whisper as I fixated on the injury he'd sustained. He looked up at me with questioning eyes, as if I'd gone crazy. After a few beats, it seemed like his body was finally catching up to what had happened, as he suddenly collapsed to the floor.

I caught my own leg in the frenzy, allowing blood to splatter across his skin. There, that would look believable from afar, and that was all that mattered. Now, they wouldn’t know whose blood was whose.

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 quickly dodged the plant, jumping to the side as it smashed against the wall behind him. As the potted plants hit the wall and the floor, the impact caused the pots to shatter into pieces, spilling soil all over Ragnar's chambers. The soil scattered everywhere, some sticking to the walls and some clinging to the carpet, creating a dirty mess. The soil was damp and heavy, and it spread across the floor in a lumpy, disorganized pattern. Small rocks and chunks of dirt from the soil were also scattered throughout the chamber, making it a hazardous place to walk.

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.

"It's not bleeding that bad, you're going to be okay." Maybe physically. I looked around for the first time and saw blood spatter against the walls and furniture. Entrails and scraps of flesh were scattered around the living suite, accompanied by other evidences of dismemberment. Jai was cornering something beside the bed. His hands were stretched out by his sides as he crouched low. After what I had been through, I would have thought nothing would have surprised me. I was shocked, however, to see the mounds of black fur that peaked over Jai's shoulder.

My tears fell silently as my anger overtook everything else. I couldn't believe my eyes, there was blood all over the wall, and "The game has begun." was written boldly. I was shaking as I screamed, I thought the blood of the wall had stopped, but I couldn't believe my eyes right now. I stumbled to the bathroom sink and splashed cold water across my face, wiping my face roughly with my palms. I stared at the wall again, hoping it'll disappear once I washed my face, but it didn't, it felt like it became bolder.

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I feel my way around for the light switch and something sticky smudges my fingers as they touch the walls. Ugh. I curse as I wipe my hands on my jeans and continue my blind search. I hear the man slamming the doors open, from room to room and my hands shake with each slam. My fingers find the switch and flicks it on without a second thought and I swallow the scream that threatens to jump out of me with a whimper and a hand slapped over my mouth. There is blood... Everywhere. Blood is splattered on every side of the walls and there's a large pool of blood on the floor. And I realized to my utmost horror that the blood was dripping from the edge of the blood-soaked duvet which had a huge bulge