There had never been any unusual sounds, sudden temperature changes, not even the slightest whiff of the paranormal before the renovation. They had no idea a murder had ever taken place there at all until they removed all the carpets.
What seemed like mahogany flooring in the dining room, hallway and kitchen soon changed to splattered patterns that closely resembled hand and foot prints leading upstairs. From there the splatters lead to what could only be described as bodyprints. Outlines from people who'd clearly bled out before their corpses were disposed of.
Of course they'd researched the house beforehand, having purchased it for a very low price from an elderly man who'c claimed to have built it himself. He would have been the prime suspect too, if he hadn't died the day he moved out for good.
They say if you're in a home for too long, if you spill enough of your blood you'll become a part of it and in a way you'll live forever. Most of the blood wasn't his though, most of it belonged to relations of his, according to what little DNA forensics could scrape from the wooden floors.
Ever since they uncovered the floorboards the family started to experience... disturbances. Little oddities at first like doors being left open and closed when they shouldn't have been, the occasional strange sound or shifted object and such.
Even after they replaced the floorboards, even after they re-carpeted with thicker, heavier materials, even after they'd hired a priest to cleanse their entire home, the oddities grew worse. It was as if by uncovering their death sites, the poor murdered souls had suddenly been woken up and decided that they were angry now.
The family left soon after dead animals were left in their rooms, large ones. Whole deer, stray cats and dogs just slashed to ribbons and dumped on the pale carpets to silently bleed to death. It was only made worse by the faces they saw in the windows as they took one final glance back.
Every single glass panel was crammed with pallid, furious faces staring at the retreating family with a burning hatred.
At least they were mostly human.
What seemed like mahogany flooring in the dining room, hallway and kitchen soon changed to splattered patterns that closely resembled hand and foot prints leading upstairs. From there the splatters lead to what could only be described as bodyprints. Outlines from people who'd clearly bled out before their corpses were disposed of.
Of course they'd researched the house beforehand, having purchased it for a very low price from an elderly man who'c claimed to have built it himself. He would have been the prime suspect too, if he hadn't died the day he moved out for good.
They say if you're in a home for too long, if you spill enough of your blood you'll become a part of it and in a way you'll live forever. Most of the blood wasn't his though, most of it belonged to relations of his, according to what little DNA forensics could scrape from the wooden floors.
Ever since they uncovered the floorboards the family started to experience... disturbances. Little oddities at first like doors being left open and closed when they shouldn't have been, the occasional strange sound or shifted object and such.
Even after they replaced the floorboards, even after they re-carpeted with thicker, heavier materials, even after they'd hired a priest to cleanse their entire home, the oddities grew worse. It was as if by uncovering their death sites, the poor murdered souls had suddenly been woken up and decided that they were angry now.
The family left soon after dead animals were left in their rooms, large ones. Whole deer, stray cats and dogs just slashed to ribbons and dumped on the pale carpets to silently bleed to death. It was only made worse by the faces they saw in the windows as they took one final glance back.
Every single glass panel was crammed with pallid, furious faces staring at the retreating family with a burning hatred.
At least they were mostly human.
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