The Rusted Sword and Puppet Strings

Chapter 6

She stared at the screen completely freaking out. She didn't know what happening because when she talked to the security guard before, she chatted about the screens functions and one of them was when the screen was broken or smashed that it would show the date when it was destroyed. And showed a date that wasn't even possible because it only been hours, not months she talked to guard. she looked around more trying to figure what was going on, then noticed that blood was splattered in an outwards direction from a point in the room she followed it to the source with was in front a blood-covered knocked over chair in the back corner of the room there was a small puddle of blood with a scratch up half of a security guard card floating on it. she picked up what was left of the card and look at it. it was completely unreadable it was like a dog used it as a chew toy and it didn't help with dried blood on it she decided to pocket it for later and followed the bloody drag path that leads to a bookshelf on the back wall. as she got closer to bookshelf she noted that the bookshelf wasn't splattered like the rest of the items in the room, no.... it was leaking blood from cracks between the books. she stops in front of the bookshelf greatly disturbed, the bookshelf was one of the floors to ceiling ones and with all the blood seeping out of it, it looks likes blood oozing from burnt skin. she looks down at the small lake of blood that was forming at the bottom of the bookshelf, then she noticed that there were drag marks diagonal from the bookshelf. she tried to take off the books from the bookshelf but there were crusted by so much dried blood it might have been glued on, she tried to push a book off. but ended up shifting the bookshelf to the left a bit, she back off a little surprise and thought to herself [The bookshelf moves? well let's see what's behind it.] and with that, she put herself to the right of the bookshelf and pushed right. with blood dripping on her, she pushed the bookshelf to the right and when she finally pushed it out of the way part of her shirt was soaked and stained with whoever blood it was, and when she looked at was behind the bookshelf it became apparent why the bookshelf was oozing blood. It was a door that looks like it was Made from blood. At this point, she absolutely knew something was terribly wrong was going on here, and she was staught in the middle of it.