Poll: BLOOD! BLOOD EVERYWARE!

[bak00777]

"THATS IT!!!! no more Taco Bell"

 

[Sanguinius- The Angel]

THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED

This happened.

 

[nicholaxxx]

since I'm awake and able to you know, tell that I'm covered in blood, it's probably not mine, and since I'm never in a state where I could do that to someone and not remember it, I'm going to assume some serious shit went down while I was asleep.

 

[Mr. Omega]

I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico! Now I don't need all those buckets of my own blood to sell to the crazy millionaire across the street who thinks he's a vampire!

 

[Lullabye]

Your writing this like it's a bad thing. Sounds just like every morning I wake up to.

If only we could all be carefree serial killers.
*sigh*
Knowing me, i probably just saved a ton on car insurance, and as a result spent the extra money on a hooker. Things obviously got out of hand at some point....

 

[Marter]

I would guess that it wasn't real blood, and go on with my day, hoping someone would explain it to me.

 

[Ldude893]

"Oh Jebus, is it my sister's time of the month again?"

 

[Combined]

I'll refer you to the one clip from youtube that perfectly explains how I'd feel about the situation.

Tom Hanks at his best. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGY1_LMiV-g&feature=related]

 

[esperandote]

Check for wounds and after not finding any think that something horrible happend when i was asleep and hope that it didn't happened to my family.

 

[zombiejoe]

My first thought is wondering where the victim was. I panic, fearing he had escaped, but I have the feeling that there is no possible way for him to have survived. I wonder why I haven't cleaned up the blood and gore spattered across the entire room, but come to think of it, this isn't even my own room. I must have been pretty damn drunk to leave the job half-done. Still no body though, but a pounding headache does point to drinking as the most likely cause. To find the body, I would have to sober up and recollect my thoughts. I stumble into the adjoined bathroom, and pull open the shower curtain, half-expecting to find the corpse slumped behind it, bleeding into the drain. It is empty, though, and I take a shower, the cold water awakening me like a freezing shock of electricity. Still no answer. I return to the bedroom, freezing and naked, and something gashes my foot as I step over the threshold. I pull the splintered wedge of wood out of my foot, and it all comes back to me. The victim and his woman owe money to he mob. I was hired to kill one and threaten the other. A woman being the more emotional of creatures, I assumed, she would break down and pay if the boyfriend was killed. I should have used more planning and caution, but I was right plastered the night before and running low on cash, so I decided to do it then. Knocking out the victim in an alley and tying him up was easy enough, but Captain Morgan advised me to really send a message with this killing. Hijacking the wood-chipping vehicle from the woods where land was being cleared for a new suburb proved more difficult, but it was not far from the victim's house. The next bit of work was loud of course, not least because I had to break a window to drive the chipper up to, but the operation of this device was particularly obvious and ear-splitting. I drove this vehicle, still dripping, back to the site, and returned to the house to assess the situation, wherin the former occupant of this bedroom had become its new coat of paint, but I had passed out drunk in my victim's own bed. As I pieced this together, I heard click and rattle in the lock of the house; the victims lover, working the night shift in a hospital until dawn, had returned. I leapt out of the window, and ran naked down the street in the chill dawn light.

well you put a lot of thought into that

 

[fluffybunny937]

When I told the guys " I need some bloody sleep" this isn't what I meant.

 

[ryai458]

WTF? Then call the police.

 

[Bitter]

It all started six months ago, when I had my first "blackout." I woke up in the morning, wondering what time it was. I looked at the clock, but for some reason I didn't understand what the cyphers on the display meant. A feeling of distress started to creep over me. Not only couldn't I figure out what time it was, I suddenly realized I didn't recognize the room I was in. Where was I? And how did I get here?

I tried to sit up on the bed, but I couldn't. I was paralyzed. By now I was completely terrified and I started to scream. Ten seconds later my roommate crashed into the room, still half asleep. It took him half an hour to calm me down, and convince me that I was, in fact, in my own room, that it was 6 am, Sunday and that I was not actually paralyzed.

After I had had some breakfast, glancing at the newspaper every so often to make sure I could still read, I was myself again. But my uneasiness wasn't all gone. The feeling that something was wrong kept pushing itself into my mind. It was like I forgot something important. But what? I took another look at the newspaper. "Sunday, March 12" it said. March 12? It was the tenth yesterday. How could it be the twelfth?

Suddenly it all became clear. I did forget something important. I forgot about yesterday.

I immediately asked my roommate where I had been yesterday. He looked at me funny, and then explained I was at home all day. I was working on an unfinished paper. After that we watched some television and went to bed. Pretty boring. Or in other words, a regular Saturday.

The whole experience creeped me out for days. But after a while it slipped to the back of my mind and life went on. When I found the paper I was working on a few weeks later, only to discover it was full of random scribblings, it didn't even phase me. I just threw it away.

The next day it happened again.

It was the same as before. I woke up in bed to find myself paralyzed and with no recollection of the previous day. I screamed my roommate awake and he had to spend 30 minutes calming me down again.

I was out all day this time, he told me. So he didn't know what I did either, but I was acting completely normal when I got back at night. Until I started screaming, that is.

I now had lost two days of my life. And things would only get worse.

The next "blackouts" came sooner. By now my roommate started to get scared too. Not because I kept screaming in the mornings, but because of my behavior the days before. I would go out all day and only return late at night. I started to look like a zombie. Whenever he tried to talk to me, I would just glare back at him.

At first what he told me was alien to me. But over time glimpses of the last day started to surface in my mind. Meeting people, dark alleys, scared faces... These memories became more numerous and more clear each time. The "blackouts" started to happen every few days.

One day, when I was acting weird again, my roommate tried to stop me from going out. I violently pushed him aside, and he hurt his shoulder.

That night I came back with blood on my clothes. It wasn't mine.

We didn't hear of any accidents in the neighborhood, so we told no one. We decided I couldn't be left alone anymore. My roommate would stay by my side at all times.

And for a while, things got better. I spent my days in the apartment and only went out when my roommate came with me. A week passed without any "blackouts."

I started to hope it was all over.



I woke up, paralyzed again. But there was something else this time. Something wet. I opened my eyes and I saw what it was. Blood. Blood everywhere.

I screamed? But my roommate didn't come this time.

I knew exactly what had happened last night.

 

[Betancore]

I've received death threats before, that I hope aren't serious. If I saw blood everywhere, I'd assume someone came into my room, and instinctively, I broke my lamp and stabbed them and they sprayed blood everywhere. Or something. Basically, I'd just assume that I'd killed someone. If I was still alive, then clearly I wouldn't be the one who'd lost all that blood.

 

[instantbenz]

geico ... when the gecko's tail fell off from my excited jumping about, blood sprayed everywhere ... that IS what happens when a gecko's tail is detached from it's body ... right?

 

[BenzSmoke]

'What was in that chili?'

 

[Calatar]

Man, must have had a nosebleed worse than an anime character in the girls' locker room....

 

[Berethond]

"Wow, I must have killed someone in my sleep again."