Passive Bloodstains Novels & Stories

Was this the result of a fight, or worse, an attack? As he continued to stare at the stain, his eyes picked up on other subtle details that he had missed at first glance. There were faint smudges around the edges of the stain, as if someone had tried to wipe it away. And then there were the small, almost imperceptible drops of blood leading away from the stain, towards the door. Dylan's mind was reeling as he stood up, his eyes fixed on the drops of blood leading towards the door. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

At first glance, it looked like dirt—just a faint streak across the marble stone floor, almost invisible unless you looked extremely closely as if someone had dragged their fingers through dust. What the— My breath hitched sharply as I moved closer, each step deliberate, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. It was…blood. Not a pool. Not splattered. A trail. Broken, uneven, streaked across the stone floor as if whoever had been bleeding hadn’t been walking—rather it had been forcefully dragged away. My fingers hovered just above the stain for a split second, then I touched it. Warm. Still warm. My jaw clenched violently as I brought my hand closer and inhaled deeply. The scent hit me like a bla

We all three put on our ski masked as we darted from room to room until we finally made it to the room across from King Thomas’s. I almost tripped over the equipment that was in there. “The fuck?” “Shhh! This is a black light. Axel, take this around and shine it on the floors. Waylon, take this camera and take detailed pictures of each drop of blood that shows up under that light. I will be creating my own map of the blood patterns to see what it looks like. I am looking for the direction patterns and quantity of blood.

And just like that, she was gone, again. Slowly, I sat on the edge of the bed, still naked and heart pounding. The room felt too still and too quiet. Like it was holding its breath. Then I saw a stain, right there on the floor, near the foot of the bed. It was dark red. It hadn’t been there before. I crawled closer, my stomach twisting. Blood? Wine? I touched it with trembling fingers. It smeared, sticky and slightly… sweet? My breath hitched.

This is so weird. We got bristle brushes from the kitchen and began washing the bloodstain from the wooden porch. It's had a chance to sink in, and the stain is refusing to go away. It took us nearly an hour to remove the bloodstain. When we're finally finished. We used the remaining water in the bucket to wash away the soap and bleeding water. After cleaning the patio outside the front door, the two of us went back into the kitchen to start checking through the cabinets for any evidence of ruined food.

Amber's accusatory call did not even have time to come through when another visitor arrived at my door. Tara entered in a pink suit, clutching a pearl handbag. She was still every inch the pampered socialite. "What are you doing back here? Did you come to watch me fall apart?" "Innocent, Your Honor. I haven't done a thing." Tara's grip tightened on her handbag as she barely contained her anger, but I did not take her too seriously. I knew her personality well enough not to go too far. Besides, from the looks of things, her life had not been going too well lately, either.

I said and she nod "Thanks.."I pecked her on the cheeks "..and you can attend the meeting now!" I said and she rolled her eyes and finally left. I chuckled I loved that girl! ** I saw blood in the sitting room. Then I saw Violet cloth soaked in it. I looked around. What was going on? I looked closer at the pool of blood on the floor, then I saw finger prints on the floor with blood traces. I looked around and saw the same finger blood stain on the wall of the stairs.

And then we used the rope to climb down to our parents’ room and entered the room unaware of the fact that, it was actually a theatre of real life R-rated film. Madarashi entered there first followed by me. When I entered I saw, because of some reason Madarashi froze there. And soon, I found out a horrible scene! I saw my father was standing there with two daggers in his hand and our mother was lying on the ground covered in blood, cuts and bruises. This scene had two different reactions in me and Madarashi . He started to scream out loud like he had gone berserk and for me, I couldn’t even move, my senses went numb. Because of his scream, father knew that we were there. He, with a daring fa

She was eager to know. Beth stood beside her and leaned in, she narrowed her eyes to better search for whatever it was she was trying to show. She couldn't at first, but she was stubborn and too curious. She leaned in further and that is when she saw it. Just beside the door's hinge was a large dry stain. It was like a splat of juice on the wall. Or was that…? "This is my son's blood." She said flatly.

I AM ASKING ABOUT SOMETHING RELEVANT LIKE SOME SORT OF PROOF THAT CAN HELP US IN THIS CASE. Sophia: I know it may sound a bit absurd but when I was searching for Emily and Dave, I found some blood stains on the floor with something shining on it. I checked it and found a shining black feather. It's not a normal feather, Sir. It is handmade. It is made with silver thread and the feather is made up of a lustrous obsidian material. It doesn't belong to any​ bird. It is definitely a signature or mark about someone. Vincent's eyes widened in shock.