Spilt Blood on The Countertops
- LECTURAS 53
- Votos 3
- Partes 1
"As he walked on upwards, he arrived in front of a familiar door. Made with yellowing pine, and cherry wood. He couldn't see past the fogged glasses attached to the door, but he knew that someone was waiting for him on the other side of that door.
With a resigned face, he held the door handle and unlocked it. The first thing that he noticed was the smell that wafted through the air. He could only explain the stench as metallic and burnt. Then, the moulding beige walls welcomed him inside. There was no one in the makeshift lobby, nor the darkened hallway, but the man felt like there were hundreds of eyes watching him as he finally stepped into the godforsaken place. A breath or two-and then chaos.
The yellowed pine door shut loudly, covering the screams that came from inside."
[Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and is written as a fan fiction novel based on the Webtoon, "Strangers from Hell". I do not own any of the characters. This story also delves into heavy topics such as murder, serial killing, mental instability, and sexual violence. If this is triggering to you, please heed this warning.]
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