Corpse Party Blood Covered: Repeated Fear Novels & Stories

He shook his head; his voice left no room for argument. Three minutes later, the pavement surrounding the dumpsters glittered from a coating of fresh blood. Since there was no direct lighting on it, the thick metallic substance almost looked black. “Uh, I’m gonna be honest with you…I’m getting a little woozy here.” Brandon grumbled, holding his arms out so that the blood trickled down his hands and onto the ground. He dipped his head and instantly jerked back. It was more than refreshing seeing something other than cockiness on his face, even if it was fear. “…those things, they’re taking my blood.”

As I scrambled to my feet, I realized why. It hadn’t been a barstool I tripped over, but the pale and bloodless corpse of a nameless party girl. Her pink-tipped, strawberry blonde hair was saturated in blood—blood that wasn’t entirely her own. My eyes slid farther past her crumpled frame when abject horror pinned me in place. Their corpses covered the floor like broken mannequins, pale and bloodless, creating a sea of milky eyes that stared lifelessly in every direction.

I replied firmly, my determination unwavering despite the fear curling in my stomach. Enzo nodded, a silent understanding passing between us as we stepped forward. The moment we crossed the threshold, an overwhelming stench hit me—a putrid cocktail of rotting blood and decaying flesh. I instinctively covered my nose, fighting the bile rising in my throat. We walked into the hall, and nothing could have prepared me for the sight that awaited. Bodies lay scattered across the floor, a morbid tapestry of loss and violence. My gasp echoed through the silence, the horror of the scene piercing through me like a blade. "Oh god, who would do this?" I whispered, feeling the weight of despair threateni

Walking out of the little cubby of the hallway, I soon come across a scene that had stayed with me for so long no matter how much I attempt to forget. Right in the middle of the living room lay Shane, dressed in his work clothes with his keys right beside him, all sounds somewhat normal to you right, until I explain the blood. His entire body was coated with dark patches which trickled down to the floor in red circles. One of his legs rested on top of the wooden furniture whilst, his arms outstretched to the sides. The once white carpet was soon stained with blood as though it had been draining for some time. But the one thing which sticks with me each time I think of him, the way his once h

A wave of nausea washed over me as more blood seeped from under the corpse, melting the snow flurries as they hit the ground. "Aaaaah!" A strangled scream escaped my throat as my fingers dug into Leo's arm. I pulled him closer and buried my face in his chest, but my body wouldn't stop trembling uncontrollably. Leo stood there motionless, in shock as he continued staring at the corpse. It was a man all along, not the tall ghost woman who died years ago. "I... I saw this b-bod um, pers-person," I blurted out, but my words probably made no sense.

One moment I'm enjoying the cold caress of the water then the next I'm screaming while looking at my arms dripping with blood coming from the shower. I shrieked, my body trembling so hard, that I didn't even know I was practically crawling on the dirty floor marred with years of hardened dirt and molds. I scream, thrashing at an unseen enemy, my body still coated with blood. I blinked fast, willing to vanish the image of blood out of my head. But it was like it has a life of its own, twisting and turning on my body, choking me with dread and terror. I could only hear static like the world was muted and the only thing I could hear was the familiar snarl of the man I killed.

My eyes fell on the bodies of my packmates, their lifeless forms strewn about like discarded rag dolls. I couldn't help the wave of fear that washed over me as I realized that I was standing in the midst of a massacre. The bodies were torn apart, their flesh ripped and shredded by what looked like powerful claws. Blood pooled around them in macabre puddles, staining the ground with deep red.

I saw shadows emerging from behind the trees. Two guys walked across the field, using their shoulders to carry a body. My eyes widened as I saw the blood covering them, and it was clear they were injured as they limped and stumbled. A shiver ran down my spine, and I clenched my fists, feeling a wave of dread wash over me.

A terrifying, undeniable sense of belonging washed over me. It wasn't long before the haze lifted, the red mist clearing from my vision, and I saw what I'd done. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, thick and warm, and I wretched, spitting it out in disgust. The body beneath me was unmoving, sprawled on the damp earth, and the scarlet, sticky substance stained the forest floor, a dark, growing pool. My breathing picked up, ragged and desperate, and I began to panic, my worst fears coming to life, manifesting in this horrific scene. A river of hot tears flowed down my cheeks as I poked the still body, a futile gesture of desperation.

- *Harper* I didn’t flinch when I saw the blood, not because it didn’t terrify me, it really did, but he needed me not to flinch. One of the things I learned from me entering their world was that them; Rafe, Rowan... all of them were built on a code written in crimson. ‘Don’t fear the blood. Fear losing the man beneath it.’ I pressed my palm to Rafe’s cheek. His skin was clammy, his pulse fluttering, but he grinned at me like he always did, the stubborn guy. “Easy there, handsome,” I whispered. “Stay awake or I’ll slap you awake myself.”