The Floor Was Stained With Blood

However, before he could fully stand, horrible cracking noises filled the air and he collapsed to the linoleum floor with a shout as his bones splintered and shifted. His spine folded on its self, and his hips wrenched from their sockets as they bent themselves forward. Thin membranes grew between his fur covered fingers, lacing them together so that they appeared more like dog paws than human hands. Pain tore at his face as it elongated and surged outward. A terrible noise, like a mix between human screams and the pained cries of a tortured animal, split the air; had he really made that sound? His mother was screaming his name between sobs and begging his father not to shoot him, but at the moment what he felt would help him most would be if she just shut up. The cold tile felt good against his burning skin; his whole body shuddered and shook, though the worst of the pain was over. He probably would have lain there all night, not moving, not disturbing anyone, if the rancid stench of Wild Turkey hadn't drifted to his flaring nostrils, awakening in him something evil and

Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

Due to the unworthy acts of the so called “protectors” of the colonists, five men are dead and six others have been injured. The soldiers fired and killed, without orders, five men who were irritated by the controlling English parliament. The soldiers have claimed this massacre as an act of self-defense, but the killing of unarmed men is anything but self-defense.

Crumpled newspapers scattered the table like the bones of dead bodies after war. Windows wiped down of memories huddled between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A whisper of wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering it's songs of misery throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness to fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. My feet dragged along the stone floor like the walking of the undead. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers.

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

The creatures, giant paw pinned her against the silver wall, she screamed out in agony as it seared her flesh. She latched her fingers around the creature’s arm and tried forcing it to let her go to no avail because the moment it released her, it sank its sharp teeth deep into her neck. Adelaide cried out in pain, she gazed upward to see her parents frantically trying to break the witches protective dome around the arena.

Frantically trying to find her way up the cold, dark stairs she trips over old, dirt covered shoes, dusty ragged dolls who’s dresses have been torn, and moldy glass bottles. As she gets to the the top she pulls trying to open the brown, wooden door, her hope of getting out anytime soon starts to vanish as the flickering light goes off behind her. Never being in the basement for very long , she never noticed how badly it had smelled of insects, and rotting mice. Deliberately she climbs back down the uneven staircase to the cobwebbed entrance.

“Smart girl.” The person replied with a deep, petrifying voice. He grabbed the girl by the shoulders and smiled wide, revealing his jagged teeth - sharpened to a point. The girl let out a timid scream, crying for help; it was no use. The creature’s teeth ripped into her clothes, and tore them to shreds. He tossed the tattered cloth into the fireplace, and dragged the girl to the bedroom. All that was found when investigators arrived was a large pool of blood and bones scattered around the room.

I was in a dark, moss-ridden dungeon where the air vigorously hung with the scent of death and suffering. Chains lay on the cobblestone walls, with hammered metal shackles on the cracked stone floor. My lab coat collected dust like a dead old skeleton six feet under. The gun felt gelid on my temple, my scrawny legs were shaking extremely fast, I thought they would run away but I knew I could escape.

A young girl walks through the halls of her high school, clutching a book to her stomach as if it were a shield, her hair falling in her face blocking most of her vision except what was in front of her. She kept her head down. She climbs the stairs one by one, the world turns into a blur as she sees her tormentor standing at the top of the staircase. It’s already too late to turn around and go back, they’ve already seen her. Hands grab at her book, and she is pulled away from the swarm of students. Without warning she is shoved, tumbling backwards. Her head meets a metal bar, her wrist gets caught in the railing, the weight of her body tugging on it until it snaps out of place. She slides down the rest of the steps, pain erupting her. Something skids

Frightened she broke into a dead sprint. She could hear the footsteps clomping against the cement, drawing nearer and nearer. She could hear the heavy panting of whoever it was chasing her. They were gaining on her and fast. Lauren began screaming madly “Help! Somebody help!” But no one came. She felt two firm hands grasp her arms, they pulled her down causing her to hit her head against the cement with a bang. It was gushing blood getting everywhere, all over her hair her hands, and running into her eyes. Realizing someone had attacked her Lauren began fighting viciously. Without being able to see due to the blood her aim was off and she was causing little damage to her attacker.

Her mother was tied across a bloody table, whimpering and begging. The table was covered in deep crevices created by the swinging of an axe. Her father kept repeating, “ You knew the consequences” to Eva. Allie searched for a way to escape the ropes she was held down by, but she soon came to realize that there was no way out. On the walls of the basements, there were countless knives, scythes, and machetes, all dark red in color. Eva muttered something that infuriated the man that Allie once called her father. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as her mother squirmed on the table in the center of the room. He grabbed the axe and faced Allie, the man yelled, “This is for you!” He raised the axe above his head and swung.

When she awoke the skies were gray and gloomy, the air suddenly was cold and felt as though it could cut like a knife. Something felt out of place, but Lori could not put her finger on it. Her feet hit the floor, and began looking around only to see that she is all alone.The place that once was warm and welcoming now is all but that. The frail girl screams loudly, when there is no reply, she knew something must be terribly wrong.

His mind is completely blown when he see her lips with blood. She quickly slits his throat and enjoys the blood rain on her face while he bleeds to death. Licking the blood is either a turn on or she lacks hemoglobin that she hopes to find after that ‘not so’ refreshing drink.