Blood Splatter On Wall Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Blood splattered from her face and her small body thudded into the dusty floor as the woman fell in a dead faint. *****

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

Before either of us could respond, blood splattered the wall and his eyes glazed over. His body slumped forward, into my arms. Looking to the left, there was a tiny hole in the window. There was a slight panic before I saw the door beside me. It was work opening the door without dropping him but I managed. It was a bathroom. Trying to make it look like it was just occupied, I turned the fan on, locked the door and shut it. “Clean up any blood.” I heard just as I was about to shut the door.

Blood splatter on the wall. The scene indicated intense struggle. They were too late. Whatever happened there caused Mark to feel hopelessness. “Penny was here” Dexter pointed to the stuffed toy that was left behind. “Blood was probably from a man. Based on the height of the splatter” he tried to be as calm as he could. He knew Mark may not be able to function properly right now. “Your friend is back” Jake Harrison handed Dexter what looked like a scroll. “For the three bold men who got lost in the East,

I could remember the walls of the tiny house to be clean and painted with pure white color. But when I stepped into the house, it's walls were covered with red splashes all over. Even the ceiling had that splashed stains all over. As if someone might have filled the tank with red paint and showered it all over the house. But it was not paint I was able to smell. It was something else. Something I was not expecting. Or maybe something I was afraid of expecting. My heart was drumming into my ribcage as if I knew something bad was about to happen. I looked for my family in every single corner of the house. But I did not find a single soul but the blood bath. Yes, it was blood that was all over

We soon approached a lighted room, two women in front of me, two behind. The room we walked into had blood splattered on the walls in different patterns. It looked like art for a second, but it wasn't. There was a fresh-looking splatter and I felt bad for the owner of the blood. Right there on the wall, was a part of his soul. The women led me past that room and we walked into another room. This room was divided into two by a short-heightened glass partition. While the path I walked was empty, the other side displayed a guy hanging from the ceiling, his body designed with huge trails of blood in his half-naked state.

"What the hell is that?" Wyne hissed angrily at the scribbles on the mirror's surface which were written using red lipstick that had been brutally crushed, so that the writing looked like dried blood scribbled on the mirror's surface. Then in the sink, someone accidentally clogs the water and puts red dye in the water, so that the water now looks stagnant and almost overflowing with a deep red color that looks like thick blood. Hazel looked shocked. Her body trembled in Wyne's arms and now her knees were shaking. She really didn't expect the terrorist to have returned. Even just a few minutes after the police closed the terror case she reported.