Summary: There is a stain on a wall. And there are smaller stains next to it.
Summary: There is a stain on a wall. And there are smaller stains next to it.
BLOT: (19 Apr 2013 - 10:08:34 AM)
Now, I live in Alabama, and as a rule we have some terrifyingly red clay. I grew up on a road that looked Martian, covered in rusty dust, and everything I owned would make the wash water carmine. When I saw the stain on an apartment building I walk through on my way to work's outer wall yesterday, I thought: this must be red clay.
Then I looked again, and thought that it doesn't look exactly like red clay, it was flatter and just a tad browner. Today, when it was browner still, and flatter/drier style, I went, "Oh, that might be blood, that is kind of disturbing, though not unexpected at [Apartment complex name withheld]*". Upon closer to look at the stains near it, though, I found the most horror-movie-like aspect, yet, a pair of children's prints**, in the same substance:
Mr. Boogie strikes again...
* As you walk in from the North-East side of this name-withheld apartment complex, you are hit with a smell of urine and feces, partially due to dogs and partially due to the number of people that used to stop off at a bamboo patch neighboring it and pass out drunk, sleep in tents deep in the bamboo, and just generally use it as a semi-private toilet in the middle of the day, so blood really isn't a huge surprise.
** Note, these are both right-hand prints, which would make think it's the same hand, except the one to the left-side looks a little bit bigger. Both are about half the size of a adult hand.
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