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Blood (Extended)

Blood on the doorstop

leading down the hall

I found it quite startling

though not much blood at all

 

Down the hall I went

creeping as quiet as I could

“SOS” read the text I sent

I hear a phone chime in the room

 

I opened the door ever so slowly

dared not peek around for a moment

Gathered my thoughts and my nerves

the smell growing ever potent

 

I pushed the door open with a creak

what a terrible sight I saw

It would make the strongest turn meek

She was all over the floors, the bed, and the wall

 

The walls were coated in scarlet

with a foot peeking out from a drawer

I felt bile rise in my throat

and heard the distant slam of a door

 

I almost gave myself whiplash

from how quickly my head had turned

I felt fear rise faster than bile

and tried to remember what I had learned

 

There was someone else with me

maybe the one who killed her

Tears pricked my eyes as I realized

without escape, I was dead for sure

 

Before I left, I grabbed her phone

silencing it and mine

I stilled for a moment to listen

and sent a prayer as I looked for a sign

 

I had no idea where to go

but away from the sound I heard

I was still unsure it was who did this

but to trust it would be absurd

 

Peeking out of the room

I saw the empty hall

I hesitantly stepped out

and debated making a call

 

Deciding against it, I knew

he’d probably hear me if I tried

I had to find my own way out

and decided to find somewhere to hide

 

I tiptoed down the hall

to find an unlocked door

preferably a room without a body

though I hoped for an exit even more

 

I tried door after door

but found them all locked

though judging from the smell

if I got in, I’d be shocked

 

Continuing down the hall

I failed more and more

as I began to hear

footsteps on the floor

 

I grew even more frantic

as I juggled each doorknob

the steps getting closer

he was coming to finish the job

 

I heard him turn the corner

and spun around with quite a start

He got to me as I saw that I knew him

he was the friend I could never outsmart

 

In my last moments, I knew

I had never stood a chance

all hope drained out of me

as his knife began its’ dance

 

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