When I was about 9, someone broke into our family house while we were on holiday. They didn’t steal anything, but left a giant blood puddle (with no drips to or from it) on our upstairs landing, a strange fabricky blood pattern running along the stairs and apparently blood was sprayed (likely out of a bottle) all over our cleaning supplies in the bathroom. Initially the police said an animal had broken in to give birth (even though the lock was clearly broken open by force) and then said the blood was human but closed the case without a conclusion. I was too young to be scared (my mum said she couldn’t sleep for weeks and was convinced she heard movement in the attic - the hatch was directly above the stain) but I think about it a lot…
A lot of weird stuff happened in that house….
A lot of weird stuff happened in that house….