Hello readers and writers! :) I'm back with the story, and you'll be glad with this VERY gory chapter. All those who like bloodshed, make sure to read this chapter. Enjoy!
There wasn't anything to desricbe the scene infront of me.
Bloodshed seemed silly compared to this.
Massacre wasn't even a whisper to its name.
All I could think was, Death.
The bathroom walls, which the last time I had checked were white, were now red. Thickly coated with fresh, wet, shimmering blood. Even the ceiling seemed to be covered. The floor was flooded with it, soaking everything on the ground.
The shower curtain was half torn off of its rings, covered with blood, also. There was a big gash, looking like claw marks in the middle of the curtain, as if someone went to grab onto it while they were being pulled down. The bathroom mirror had bloody handprints, smeared as if the victim were being dragged sideways. There was a bloody path of footprints, which looked to be in a stumbling, staggering pattern, into the tub. The tub was filled to the brim with blood. Inside the tub, was a body, of Mrs. Frankie.
She didn't even look reconizable, anymore.
Her chest was torn open, exposing the long line of organs falling out over her, floating in the bloodbath. Her clothes were ripped, and huge clumps of hair were ripped out from her skull. Balls of tangled, brown hair, littered the bathroom floor, scattered.
Her left hand looked like it had been chewed off, and it lay in the sink beside me, looking utterly destroyed. The fingernails were no longer there, they had been ripped off. One by one. Patches of her skin, were bitten off, revealing strained muscle.
Her right leg was broken, twisting up against the wall in a gruesome and unnatural way. One of her eyeballs had been clawed out, hanging limp on her cheek from her socket.
A few of her teeth were missing, laying in the corner of the room, parts of her gums still attached. Mrs. Frankie had her unfamiliar face opened in a long, eternal scream, frozen in time. I noticed her left eyelid had been torn off, her eye big and exposed in her head. An ear lay on the toliet seat, sitting there, idle.
Stale air rose into my lungs, causing me to feel completely hollow. I fought the urge to puke into the floor, I was feeling instantly sick. I tried to scream, but I couldn't, for only a strangled squeak came out of my mouth. I couldn't hear my heart beating, as I started to sweat all over. I was shaking and trembling, feeling like I could hypervenilate at any moment now.
I only stood there, breathing husky. My hand was still bleeding, dripping down into the blood filled floor, meshing with the same color, red. Never in my life, had I seen anything as bad as half of this room. The horror movie blood scared the shit out of me. But this. This was a billion times, worse. I shuddered, shivering all over, as I went to back out of the bathroom, wanting with every fiber of my well being, to not look at this any longer.
I jumped a mile as the door slammed shut.
Click.
The door had locked in place, trapping me in.