Jeremy, having been the first to head down the stairs, was the first to see the dark blood that had the first floor almost completely submerged. His eyes were wide with terror as he gazed at it wondering just what the hell was going on. Was this just something like a vision? No. Somehow he doubted that because judging from the looks of things Lia was seeing this as well. This was not like the other visions they have come across; somehow this felt a lot different, a lot more tangible than anything had been. Something just did not feel right about this at all and call him crazy but he felt like someone was watching him from beneath the pool of blood. Though honesty he wasnâ€™t sure whether he should be disturbed by that or the fact that the blood seemed to be moving and sloshing around. There was also a horrible stench, like something was rotting.<br/><br/>Dizziness hit him as the horrible stench burned the inside of his nose. He staggered back against the stairs, nearly losing his balance as he covered his mouth. Feeling like he wanted to vomit, bile threatened to come up his throat but he managed to keep it down. Even if he could handle blood relatively well this was way too much for him to handle. For years he has dealt with the smell of blood and he has never been bothered too much by it. Why was he having a hard time dealing with it now? Burning flesh didnâ€™t really even come close to being this bad. Then again he could have sworn he smelled burning flesh again once he thought about it. Only for a moment, he wondered if the smell was based off someoneâ€™s thought or something like that, like it changed depending on what you thought about, but he decided that he was thinking too deeply into it and disregarded it.<br/><br/>And Lia had even stepped into itâ€¦ As soon as she did Jeremy went to go grab her but she was just out of his reach. She had been able to catch herself at the last minute thankfully but she seemed to be sinking into the blood. For a moment he wondered if he should rescue her but he seemed to be just as frozen where he stood to be able to do anything as she was. And then suddenly he began to feel rather light headed again, blood trickling out of his mouth as it had when he had that vision of him being shot. Leaning against the wall, he gripped the railing as hard as he could to prevent himself from falling into the blood face first. The only thing that left him was a belch followed by the horrible metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Apparently he had spat up some blood as well. Wonderful. But he still did his best to remain strong. How long he would be able to keep his composure, however, he was not able to say for sure.<br/><br/>From the looks of things it wasnâ€™t going to be very long at all. The odor was becoming too strong, seemed to be becoming stronger, and the unsettling feeling was turning his stomach in knots. He let out his own noise of disgust and took a few steps backwards, moving to head up back up the stairs. Lord only knows why the hell he didnâ€™t just run back up right then and there. It felt like something was pulling him downstairs and he couldnâ€™t retreat. Who was to say that the upstairs was even remotely safe anymore, that being said? When he looked behind him he was almost expecting to see blood flowing down the stairs. It was relieving when he discovered that there was nothing, or at least somewhat relieving anyway. Turning his gaze back to the pool, he narrowed his eyes to focus a bit more; he could have sworn there was something else in there.<br/><br/>Jeremy had been unaware that he was slowly stepping into the blood, against his will, something continuing to pull him down the stairs, when something grabbed his ankle and began to drag him into the scarlet pool. Ironically it had been the ankle he had stepped in the lake with. Try as he may, he was finding it hard to resist whatever was grabbing him, which from the looks of things appeared to be a skeletal hand. The hand was warm and the fingertips dug into his skin almost like claws. He let out a frightened yell, trying to get away, but he was unable to get free and was pulled into the blood.