The Splatter on the Wall

Welcome to another of our “Spooky Sh*t” series! Bringing you another story from my lovely mother; she’s chock full of them!

When my sister had just gotten married to her first husband, he had found them a really nice apartment in the Buffalo, NY area. It was a steal; she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.Weeks passed and they got accustomed to their new home. It was beautiful and quaint, and she couldn’t believe they had gotten the price they did. A couple weeks in, she was sitting in the kitchen, going through the mail, when she thought she saw something on the wall. It was like… tomato sauce had splashed onto the wallpaper. Not surprising; anyone who has ever cooked tomato sauce knows it’s tendency to fly everywhere. She went to the sink, got a sponge and wet it. As she went over to where it was she realized: nothing was there. Writing it off as a trick of the light, she went back to her business, the splotch of red already fading into the back of her mind.

A couple days later, it happened again. Reminded of the other day, she goes over and inspects what looks like, again tomato sauce. It was dark, thick, splatter, the same place as before. She goes to the sink, gets the sponge; and when she turns around, it had vanished again.

This happened three or four times, each time my sister growing more and more suspicious. Clearly, there was something bigger at play here, and she finally asked her husband at dinner that night, “Is there something I need to know about this apartment? Because I always feel a little creeped out in the kitchen, and I keep seeing these, these splotches of tomato sauce that keep disappearing.”

Her husband got very quiet. “I didn’t want to upset you… but we got the apartment so cheap, because a young college girl was murdered in the kitchen violently, with a knife… there was a lot of blood splattered on the wall.”

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RK

"If you see me disappearing down a mental rabbit-hole from time to time, you will know where I am headed. I will be traveling unwillingly into The Goblin Universe.

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