As a photographer, one tends to get a lot of odd request, but the day I received a phone call from my friend Janelle Starrett around 10:00pm in a rushed sounding tone saying "Grab you camera and lights and meet me at the abandoned textile mill... I've got a bucket of fake blood that I have to use" probably takes the cake in my experience. I do want to point out that this is not some sort of ritual, just a creative use of that blood, circa August 2012.
Also excuse the low res photographs as these originals were to lost in the great hard-drive failure of 2015. Enjoy.