Why Do I Smell Bleach When There Is None Novels & Stories

Jim said that he was always the sort of man who would run from his problems, and that included his family. Everly sprayed the counters down with the cleaner they’d bought just for that purpose, and the strong scent of bleach and ammonia hit her lungs. She would rather smell that than the musty, mildew smell that had been filling her nose with every breath since she walked into the room. She used a cloth from the set of three they’d bought to wipe it off and then moved to the stove. She wished she knew whether or not it would work before she decided to clean it, but she had nothing better to do.

The smell was the first thing that broke me. It wasn't the ozone of the lab or the pine of the forest. It was the smell of antiseptic, floor wax, and something stale—like air that had been breathed by too many people and filtered through too many machines. It was a flat, dead smell.

I would figure out the source of the smell without causing any conflict. The next day, I went straight to the hospital for a checkup. The results showed nothing wrong with my sense of smell. I even double-checked multiple times. Everything I could smell matched what a normal person should. Which meant the stench was real. I could smell it. Elise and her roommates couldn't. With that in mind, I bought some strong-smelling things like perfume, smoked mackerel, and blue cheese to test them. I hid them in different corners of the apartment.

Looking outside and beyond the horizon, I swipe my tongue across my lips to wet them, hoisting myself to my feet. Hands on my waist, I once over the entirety of my space, satisfied and proud, telling from the smile playing on my lips. I nod slowly, turning on my heels to head for the kitchen. It’s my next target. As soon as I step into my living room, a strong stench of bleach attacks my senses. Not unpleasant but too strong for my liking. I remind myself to be careful with the amount I use next time. Pinching my nose to reduce its potency, i dash across the living room and into my kitchen. A stack of dishes piled into the sink awaits me. I groan out loud, whining about having to actually do

He had me by my hand, holding it tight as he pulled me up onto my feet. "I'm not leaving until tomorrow morning. Besides, I drove here." "Then, I guess I'm staying here with you." He smiled, as if it would be something to make me happy. I stared. I opened the door to the house, smelling the light stench of bleach. This home had a unique smell to it. It wasn't a smell that I could put a name to, but it smelled like my home. Now, it was just bleach. It masked the smell I was used to. It was there to clean the blood stains and the smell of death, if there was any.

He couldn’t place it - it smelt like an astringent chemical to him, like her natural beautiful scent was contaminated. “So it wasn’t just me that noticed. Your brother also said the same about her, but he described it as a chlorine like scent,” Doctor Wayne stated, sighing deeply. “No human I have ever met had that scent in my life and I’d say this could be related to why she’s in this state. But there aren’t enough clues to connect the dots.” …

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

Cedric POV The car reeked of bleach, blood, and that sharp, metallic copper smell that always comes with the mess. It was in the air, in the seats, even in the damn leather. I leaned back in the plush seat of the Bentley, pulling off my gloves and wiping my hands with a damp cloth. It didn’t do much. The scent was there, lingering in the fabric no matter how many times I tried to scrub it out. It stuck to everything, a constant reminder of the shit I have to deal with.

"There's something strange in my office." "Hmm?" Thiery looked up from his laptop and stared at Noreen. "What's strange?" "There's an unusual smell in there," Noreen said. "A strange, completely new smell." Thiery smiled. "Maybe the office staff used a new scent to clean the floor." "No, no," said Noreen. "It's not the scent of floor cleaner or air freshener. I know the basic scent of all cleaning products, but this is different. It's like... Perfume?"

He gaggled it, trying not to swallow but since he had been held down and his head kept in place, he couldn't throw it out. He ended up in a coughing git. “That was to warn you. That was water.” I dropped the can on the side and picked up the real can of bleach. “This is bleach. I'm sure you can tell.” As I opened the can, the smell filled the room and I saw the way his pupils shook when he smelt it. “Now will you tell me what I want to hear or you'd make me actually do this? I'm sure you know what this would do if I poured it down your throat. From your mouth, down your throat, to your stomach and then everywhere else.”