Blood Running Down the Walls

It was this dark red staining just coming down the walk individual streams coming down off the ceiling. I didn't know if it was real. Remember staring at it intently. It wasn't something i wanted to block out. The color of blood. It was like all my nightmares were coming true. There was blood running down the walk. This can't be real. It's not what i think it is. But then your worst stephen kings nightmare comes to life. You've been told there's no such thing as monsters. But then you're in your room alone and a monster shows up.