Corpse Party Blood Covered: Repeated Fear Novels & Stories

Like before, he is covered in blood and he is still shirtless. This time, the blood is not pouring out of some wound as it did before, because his upper half is bare and there is no visible injury on him. Blood is simply caked up on the right side of his chest, his jaw and his forehead while sprinkles of blood are dried all over his body. Fear strikes my heart, Cora’s words echoing in my mind like a ghost haunting me in the darkest corner of my memory. He stays silent, reading me, wanting to know what I am thinking or feeling or trying to do.

My eyes slide open, and the fog in my mind dissipates, even as another sensation overrides me. I'm covered in something. It's wet, sticky and coats my entire person. The smell of old blood suddenly fills my nose. It's fresh but have lingered on my skin for hours now. Fear thrills my body, the heavy weight of dread seeping into my bones. It's blood and loads of it too, I realise sitting upwards, glancing down at my naked body.

It's wild how once everything fades to black, the world seems so much brighter when my eyes finally open. It doesn't seem like I've been out for long, but my body is sore. The ground underneath me feels wet. It feels like my whole world has changed. Even though it's night, I have no trouble seeing. But I’m terrified by what I see, so I quickly reclose my eyes. Of course, I can’t keep my eyes closed forever. What I'm seeing is horrific. There are bodies all around me, covered in blood. Their limbs are ripped off at unnatural angles. Their life coats the forest floor.

An older soldier, perhaps around forty, was trying to pull himself out from under a mass of rotting corpses. Scarlett ran down the slope and the smell hit her. She fell to the ground and threw up. She realized her arm no longer hurt as she got up again, attempting to reach the man. Trying to avert her eyes from the rest of the bodies, she looked down. If she was going to get to him, she’d have to find a way to walk over the body parts and corpses surrounding him. The heads were the worst ones. Several of them no longer had eyes, but those that did, showed that the last thing that had been on their faces was pure, infinite terror.

My stomach drops though, at the sight of what I see covering her white bedding and pillow cover, the smell attacks my nostril, the sharp scent drawing up dread from every fiber in my muscles. Metallic. Red. Blood. Shit. What the hell is going on here? My heart is palpitating harder than it ever has in its thirty six years of beating and I shiver at the sight. I feel my brothers’ fears as well, their curses raining in spluttered form behind me, their breathing hard and uneven. They’re just as panicked as I am.

As I gazed at it, my hands trembled. Unraveling that I was afraid at the sight of blood, he ripped a section of his white t-shirt, wiping it away. "Your hand is free from blood; I've gotten rid of it," he tried to calm me down. I sobbed at his remark and I kept hearing his voice repeating in my mind, Your hand is free from blood; your hand is free from blood until my head felt like it was about to explode with anger. Though there was no blood on my hands, they would never be free of the blood of those I've killed.

"I think they need a proper funeral and prayer so they are interrupting us." "What?" Clement shrugged. "And I'm sure there," Ynaria whispered. She was shocked to see blood overflowing from the corpse. "Clement, there's blood!" It stings the corpse. "How did this happen." Clement said incredulously. The blood overflows even more so that they can step on the blood and it reaches up to their legs. At that moment, Ynaria and Clement felt scared again because they did not expect this to happen. "We need to climb to the top!" Clement said that caused Ynaria to be alert.

Damn. My heart pounds frantically in my chest as I feel something wet and sticky between my legs. With trembling hands, I reach down, my fingers coming away slick with crimson, the metallic scent of blood filling the air. God, why am I bleeding? Horror washes over me as I realize what's happening, and I feel bile rise in my throat, threatening to choke me. The blood continues to flow, staining the pristine floor beneath me in dark, ominous streaks, a stark contrast against the polished surface.

Wrapping a gift with care, she hastened towards Marriane, her mind consumed by a mysterious intent. As Marriane chatted animatedly with her friends over the phone, an ominous presence engulfed her. "Who's there?" she dared to inquire, but the silence that followed only intensified her unease. Suddenly, crimson drops fell upon her forehead, an inexplicable source of blood that sent shivers down her spine. Her voice trembled with fear, but her pleas went unanswered, lost in the abyss of solitude. The blood continued its macabre descent, suffocating Marriane's senses until she succumbed to unconsciousness, the weight of her terror overwhelming.

They rushed into each other and turned the place into a sea of blood. Where did my initial composure go? It was replaced by a shiver and fear that enveloped me. There were heartbreaking screams, the sound of skin torn, bones breaking, heads rolling, and countless teeth dyed red. Eyes wide open unwilling to close their eyes. Headless bodies. The howls of excruciating pain.