Rain.
It hits the metal roof.
Tap! Tap!
It knocks on the doors.
Thunder.
It shouts.
Mark heads towards his bathroom.
He opens the door.
"What?" He asks.
He smells something.
But what is it?
Blood.
You might not believe me.
I'm not lying, I promise.
I was her victim.
She put my blood in his shower.
I was murdered in the vents.
Trying to escape her, she ended me.
She did.
He opens the shower curtain.
Don't.
"Ahhhhh!"
He doesn't like blood, I suppose.
Well, no one particularly likes blood.
She does, though.
She loves it. The smell of it.
The taste of it.
He stumbles back.
Something moves above him.
Run, Mark.
Run!
Too late.
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Blood
HorrorMark smells something strange in his shower. -----------‐------------------ A collection of short poems including Blood, Love You To Peices, and many more! Playlist credit: @SkullantacySmith
