Blood Splatter On Wall Novels & Stories

There were multiple impact places around the room, paintings and decorations strewn around messily. “Marcia!!” Lacey screamed, pulling all attention to where she was standing, a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as saucers. “What the f**k happened here?” she asked, seeing a hideous beast laying in a pool of blood and a half torso of a woman laying on its back near a scorch mark at the severed waist. “There is blood everywhere…AHH!” Lacey squealed, bunching her shoulders together backward as if someone had stabbed her from behind while dropping to her knees.

As I peeked in I see nothing but scattered garbage on he Bloor and it was mixed up with the leftovers from this afternoon and this evening. "Who's there?!" I called out. But ni response came to my question. I open the door fully and enter the kitchen. As the light of my lamp came entirely into the kitchen, I felt a wave of shock go through all my body. There on the kitchen walls were claw marks and blood. And hanging right from the ceiling of the kitchen was my wife's picture covered in blood. What is happening here? Who could have done this? "Show yourself! Whoever you are!" I yelled.

Backing was was tricky but I think I managed to get it. When I was done, Axel started to move away but I caught some splatter against the wall. Grabbing his arm, I forced the light to shine higher up. Slow, I loved it up higher and higher until we covered the whole wall to the ceiling. This room… this room saw a massacre. Blood literally covered every wall. You could see the smear marks where some tried to clean it up.

Jasper The blood was everywhere. It littered the entire hallway, from one end to another. There were even splashes of it on the goddam ceiling, the fucking ceiling. He had made quite a mess. Some of the locker doors were broken and one of the drinking fountains had been disconnected from the wall. I would have applauded if not for the fact that this was a school with children, human children.

For the rest of his life, Jax would never forget the sight that greeted him when he burst into Sarah’s house that night. My dear sweet God. So much blood. The whole room had been overturned, the furniture wrecked. There was broken glass everywhere, and the walls were covered with blood splatter.

Slipping the chip of my card on the sensor, the door pushes open to red stains on the white floor. It forms a pool and drags along in scary circles. Blood?!!

I snatched it up and threw it against the far wall. It shattered with a crystalline scream, shards raining down across the tile floor like falling stars. Red droplets sprayed across the cream-painted wall, dripping down in jagged streaks that almost looked like blood. I stared at the mess, chest heaving, and felt something hot bloom across my left palm. When I looked down, a thin shard of glass jutted out of the fleshy part below my thumb, gleaming slick with ruby blood.

Which meant Tobias had fought. I crouched beside the bed, scanning the floor and there it was. A faint stream of blood trailing toward the wall. It wasn’t Tobias’. It was a brighter color. Fresh. My gaze lifted slowly, catching the wall beside the dresser with a small dent in it, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. I stepped closer and pressed my palm against it. Hollow. Interesting. I shoved the dresser aside with a grunt. The wood scraped loudly across the floor, revealing a narrow panel in the wall.

Blood splattered. Seraphina let out a piercing scream.

I lost count of how many times I'd fallen back down onto the floor. I was covered in what I hoped to God was just water. I finally managed to stand up and steady myself, then pretty much slid all the way over to the wall. I slammed my hands into the wall to stop myself crashing into it face first. I flipped the light switch on and screamed out when I saw what was on the wall and all over my hands. I was absolutely soaked in blood, and my bloody handprints were splattered all up the wall where I had saved myself from hitting it. I didn't want to, but I had to turn around to see what I'd slipped in.