Blood Written “When the clock strikes twelve you will see” Was what was written all over the decaying rotten walls of the new house .Jenna was curious about what it meant, but when she asked her parents what it meant they told her they were busy fixing up the new home. But when they weren’t busy, they couldn’t see it, Jenna had walked over to where the phrase was scratched into the wall and pointed at it irritably “look” she claimed “there, right there” Her father would say “look honey just sit down and eat up your dinner, if its really bugging you we'll paint over it okay” She nodded feebly,when they did paint over it made no difference she could see the blood written phrase in big scrawly handwriting it looked exactly the same. The next day Jenna walked in she closed her eyes then opened them again , nope still there , Blood Written. She looked again and could have swore it looked brighter and clearer than before. The more she read the clearer it became. The phrase was not what scared her but it was the way it was read in her mind,in a voice that wasn’t hers. The voice sounded desperate. Desperate for what, Jenna didn't know, she tried to explain to her narrow minded parents the concept of this strange voice and its despair. Of course her parents didn't understand but the worried look on her fathers face told her crystal clear not to talk about the mysteries of this once abandoned , ivy covered mansion. Jenna really didn't see the point of buying it after all there was only three of them what were the other odd twenty rooms for.