So she crept over quietly and threw holy water on it without a word. No sooner was this done than a dense black smoke filled the place, through which nothing was seen but the two red eyes of the cat, burning like coals of fire.
-The Demon Cat, by Lady Wilde via W.B. Yeats
It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies and the rain fell upon my head –and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.
-Silence- A Fable, by Edgar Allen Poe
I noticed, after he left, which he did almost immediately, that there was a drop of red fluid on the marble under the wine-glass. The blood-stain on the picture was accounted for; but how came the moth here?
-The Shadow of a Shade, by Tom Hood
The first thing they saw was the picture leaning up against a pile of books on the table, as it had been left, and the next thing was Williams’s skip, seated on a chair opposite, gazing at it with undisguised horror.
-The Mezzotint, by M.R. James