The blood trail

“It has to be a trick,” Tommy said in astonishment.
“Nope I don’t this so,” I replied. “Look at the blood and tell me if that’s fake.”
“Dude, we got to get out of here,” Tommy said in a frightened tone.
“No,” I told him, “lets follow it and see where it goes.”
He was hesitant at first and then he finally agreed to go with me. So, we ventured into the woods and followed the blood trail. Luckily, I brought my pocketknife just in case we ran into trouble. So, the trail lead us to this run down, old looking, two-hundred year old piece of crap, haunted as hell, piece of shit house. As we walked in, we heard a loud Roar! And walking up to us was a kitten with a rat in its mouth.