Novel & Cerita The House That Drips Blood On Alex

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

Alex walked into the house, it was very dark already and no one will probably see him enter the house. He walked up the Mira's room, he knew he won't find anyone there but he just wanted to see for himself, Alex was more heart broken he wished he could take everything back, he recalled the stains of blood, he knees felt heavy and he fell down to the floor, he knelt down in her room and rested his head on her bed, the scent here was very faint, it means she haven't been here at all.

Alex took a step further into the house that had completely transformed into a dump of torn-up furniture, the calm atmosphere completely dominated by the crackling of dying flames and breaking glass. It took every strength in Alex's body to venture into the kitchen, the blood pooling at the entrance to welcome him. A gag was held back when he laid eyes on his mum who was still seated where he'd left her, blood dressing her in its sickening garment, her heads close to falling off the slit neck. Tears stained his cheeks his body refusing to go any closer. He wanted to scream out but something restricted his voice from doing such. "Jamie," he chocked his eyes moving to the small form seated on

That was a kind of dark red blood that emanated an incomparably chilly yet bloody aura. The blood flowed on the ground, converging to a certain place as if countless small trickles were on the ground. This was too bizarre. Alex had never seen such a scene, but he just felt creeped out. Moreover, there was a feeling of extreme danger that made him extremely uneasy. ‘What are they doing? ‘I have an ominous foreboding!’ Alex silently moved the paper doll and forward. Following the converged blood trickles on the ground, Alex saw the blood flowing to the final place: it was under a tree.

By that time, I was out of the room and was shocked to see Alex was fighting with his father and he had a gun in his hand, not to forget, Marcus was lying on the floor, fully drenched in his own blood. Oh, God! . #TBC

Alex paused once again to catch his breath. "She was lying right there on the floor... in a pool of blood... and I think I knew... I just knew that she was gone, but I wanted to confirm... so I walked up to her and touched her and shook her... but she was unresponsive... her body was cold... It's really cold... my hands. " Alex raised his free hand and looked at it like there was something on it... "My hands were completely covered with blood..."

Things were starting to get foggy and he might have made a nasty decision. His blood soaked his shirt and trickled to the ground, seeping through the cracks on the cliff and conjoining at junctions. Unbeknownst to Alex, this was the best place to make blood sacrifices and the cracks on the floor led into the mountain. He grabbed his chest for dear life and fell to the ground. His vision was quite unclear but he saw a feminine body come to stand before him and when he looked up, he saw the distinct honey blond hair of his mother. He got confused, tried to raise his head and was hit with a wave of dizziness.

Alexander's gut twisted in anguish as he noticed a pool of blood on the floor, its crimson hue a stark contrast against the pale surroundings. Panic welled up inside him as he followed the trail of blood, his mind racing with horrifying possibilities. He desperately called out Amelia's name, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. The silence that greeted him was unbearable, and his heart felt heavy with sorrow. Determined not to lose hope, Alexander continued his search throughout the house. Every room he entered was a stark reminder of their shared memories—their laughter, their fights, their dreams. But now, those memories felt bittersweet, tainted by the realization that he had fa

he thought aloud, increasing the speed of his car. Alexander drove straight into the woods and parked the car in front of an old abandoned house. One by one, he carried the corpses into the building and shut the door behind them. Then, he drove off, heading to his apartment. Alexander took the elevator upstairs and walked into the sitting room, relaxing on the couch. "Drake... where are you? Come down here, we need to talk!" he yelled. He stood up and moved over to the bar to grab a drink, as usual. Picking up a tumbler, he poured enough wine into it and sipped it gently. "Drake!" he called out again. He finished the remaining contents of the wine in the glass cup and poured in more, smirkin