Make It Stop-Chapter 2-The house that bleeds
Day 2
So at this point I do not know what to think. My husband thinks I am going insane,well,he says I am stressed, but I see the look he gives me when we go back to the knocks. I am not sure what to think myself at this point but one thing is clear,I know what I heard and it was real. It might have been an animal trapped in the wall or some kind of prank but it was something. The knocks I heard were very deliberate to be an accident. So I tried to brush that off and hope I would never hear them,and I did not,not for a while at least and then something else happened.Oh,it was so much worse and I wish it was the knocking.
Blood. Usually you do not see it around often,not in your life,if you are lucky and hopefully not in your house. I got to see a lot of it,in my house. So the next day the knocks have stopped. Another day,I get up,morning,breakfast,going to go to town today. As I walk towards the kitchen I see it on the wall. A red smudge, on the mustard yellow wall. The walls were clean before,and it is definitely not the paint. I do not know what it is and I have not seen it before, but I thought I would clean it up. I took a wet rag and tried to dab it,clean it up,hoping it´s some food or something. Nope,it did not go anywhere. I thought I would ask Henry later today what it is.I got back to making,having a breakfast. Once I was done and was making my way upstairs,the smudge,it got bigger. It grew. The colour,it was more vivid now,it was dark red,bordering on the black. I was convinced it is either me and medication I am taking,maybe I am stressed or tired but more so,I was convinced it´s the house. It was the next stage,following the knocks and at this point,I am not sure what is real and what to think.
I made my way upstairs,up the big winding staircase,straight to the bathroom.I picked up the sponge and got some hot water and got to work. I wanted it gone. It had to go. This is not happening,it is not real. It is just a paint,I really was hoping it was just the paint,nope. It was growing in front of my eyes,just as I was scrubbing it off,it was growing. Before I knew it,whole wall was blood red colour,pulsing,moving,it was surreal. It was real life horror. I could not believe my eyes. Walls around me started to bleed,pulsate and bleed,scarlet red blood.It was dripping all over the floor,making it´s way around the house,spreading like a disease. Sticky red hot blood. I could taste it in the air. I was loosing it,I got light headed and the next thing I remember was me falling to the ground.
I opened my eyes,what felt like,a minute later. I saw him. Henry. He was sitting next to me and watching over me. Checking on me and trying to bring me back. I guess I was out for a while,so much so, that he already was back from work. Of course,first thing he asked was,what happened?Well Henry,the walls were bleeding,blood was spreading all around the house and I passed out. No,I could not say that,if he cannot believe me about the knocks,how can I say the walls were bleeding,no. I just said I tripped and fell down the stairs but it was a small fall and I am ok,despite him insisting on a visit to a hospital.Then,as we were getting up I realized,the house was clean. Not a drop of blood,like nothing happened,of course,again. I turn around to have a look at the smudge and just like that,it was gone. It really did feel like I was going insane and maybe he was right but I knew what I saw. It was real. It had to be.I just want to get out of this house at this point.Henry convinced me stay and agreed to be more by my side,sounds like I am going insane but he says,it´s so that he can experience what I have.Sure.
For the rest of the evening I was going through what happened in my mind,pretending like nothing happened, while thinking about it non stop. Conclusion I came to was,that if this continues as it is right now,it will happen tomorrow again. And it will keep happening until it is stopped or we leave. I can only imagine what happens next. For the time being,as I close my eyes and try to fall asleep, I just pray to God and hope I live,hope it is not anything worse.
So at this point I do not know what to think. My husband thinks I am going insane,well,he says I am stressed, but I see the look he gives me when we go back to the knocks. I am not sure what to think myself at this point but one thing is clear,I know what I heard and it was real. It might have been an animal trapped in the wall or some kind of prank but it was something. The knocks I heard were very deliberate to be an accident. So I tried to brush that off and hope I would never hear them,and I did not,not for a while at least and then something else happened.Oh,it was so much worse and I wish it was the knocking.
Blood. Usually you do not see it around often,not in your life,if you are lucky and hopefully not in your house. I got to see a lot of it,in my house. So the next day the knocks have stopped. Another day,I get up,morning,breakfast,going to go to town today. As I walk towards the kitchen I see it on the wall. A red smudge, on the mustard yellow wall. The walls were clean before,and it is definitely not the paint. I do not know what it is and I have not seen it before, but I thought I would clean it up. I took a wet rag and tried to dab it,clean it up,hoping it´s some food or something. Nope,it did not go anywhere. I thought I would ask Henry later today what it is.I got back to making,having a breakfast. Once I was done and was making my way upstairs,the smudge,it got bigger. It grew. The colour,it was more vivid now,it was dark red,bordering on the black. I was convinced it is either me and medication I am taking,maybe I am stressed or tired but more so,I was convinced it´s the house. It was the next stage,following the knocks and at this point,I am not sure what is real and what to think.
I made my way upstairs,up the big winding staircase,straight to the bathroom.I picked up the sponge and got some hot water and got to work. I wanted it gone. It had to go. This is not happening,it is not real. It is just a paint,I really was hoping it was just the paint,nope. It was growing in front of my eyes,just as I was scrubbing it off,it was growing. Before I knew it,whole wall was blood red colour,pulsing,moving,it was surreal. It was real life horror. I could not believe my eyes. Walls around me started to bleed,pulsate and bleed,scarlet red blood.It was dripping all over the floor,making it´s way around the house,spreading like a disease. Sticky red hot blood. I could taste it in the air. I was loosing it,I got light headed and the next thing I remember was me falling to the ground.
I opened my eyes,what felt like,a minute later. I saw him. Henry. He was sitting next to me and watching over me. Checking on me and trying to bring me back. I guess I was out for a while,so much so, that he already was back from work. Of course,first thing he asked was,what happened?Well Henry,the walls were bleeding,blood was spreading all around the house and I passed out. No,I could not say that,if he cannot believe me about the knocks,how can I say the walls were bleeding,no. I just said I tripped and fell down the stairs but it was a small fall and I am ok,despite him insisting on a visit to a hospital.Then,as we were getting up I realized,the house was clean. Not a drop of blood,like nothing happened,of course,again. I turn around to have a look at the smudge and just like that,it was gone. It really did feel like I was going insane and maybe he was right but I knew what I saw. It was real. It had to be.I just want to get out of this house at this point.Henry convinced me stay and agreed to be more by my side,sounds like I am going insane but he says,it´s so that he can experience what I have.Sure.
For the rest of the evening I was going through what happened in my mind,pretending like nothing happened, while thinking about it non stop. Conclusion I came to was,that if this continues as it is right now,it will happen tomorrow again. And it will keep happening until it is stopped or we leave. I can only imagine what happens next. For the time being,as I close my eyes and try to fall asleep, I just pray to God and hope I live,hope it is not anything worse.
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