Blood struck

Chapter 1

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Before we begin I would like to add a warning.
Blood - Gore - and other aggressive vulgar images you may read.

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A dim light shines above this seemingly lonesome town. A simple twinkle could brighten one of the small abandoned Appartements. A slight whistle could echoe through the walls if that shallow town. The echoe dripped.. drip.. water pattered along that stone road. Dripping from the broken shingles of the narrow homes. Lined up along that slim street. A new start perhaps? A new home? Not a soul roamed these streets. Not a light of life. "What a strange town." The words echoed against the dingy dirt filled walls. One step after another, as the rolling of that bright red suitcase lingered behind him. The sound danced through his ears like music of a sound bird. A young journalist, fresh out of school. Sent to view this low quality.. minimal population of a town.
Tap.. Tap.. Tap..
He continued to walk down that damp road. A small paper in his hand.. "A-71 Room-27 Floor-2" Standing in-front of that ding struck torn apartment. One of many..
"This must be it.."
Stepping to open that dingy rusted door. Looked as if it hadn't been opened in years. The silence crowed the small narrow streets that had the other buildings not but five feet across from this building.. his words echoed through that place. Loudly even if he whispered. A loud clutter could be heard from a nearby small alley way. Causing him to jolt his head towards that direction. There emerged a woman. A tired pale looking woman. Sickly.. petrified.. a scrumy woman who seems to be in her early 40's. As if the moment he saw her.. the world seemed to pause. A sense of dread washed over his slender cold corpse.. but he knew. He knew.. he was still alive. Her breath he felt warm from where she stood.. crooked over like an elder. Shriveled thin structure. "Turn back.."
Her words echoed in his mind. Sending shivers down his spine. He felt a drip on his hand.. drip.. from the roof above.. looking over to see a red spot on his hand which held the handle of the door.. that rusted green door.. blood.
Why was there blood.. in a panic he looked over to the woman to verify if he were going insane at the sight of unrequenched blood that splat on his hand.
The dark slim alley in which the woman stood.. was empty. He swore he saw this frail woman there a moment before.. he frantically looked all over till he settled his mind in a mix of imaginative outbursts to this new frightening place. He quickly looked over to where he previously saw the dripping blood to find water in its place.
"What.."
The only work he could speak at this moment. Shaking his head at this weird.. unusual interference. Opening that dingy door to a dimly lit wood hallway. A few furniture on the sidelines.. walls held the pattern of unopened doors. Each door numbered. Cobwebs along the stalks of the walls.

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