Yeah, I haven't been to Gettysburg, but heard plenty of stories about phantom black dogs that were sighted, other weird happenings such as unusually ferocious thunderstorms, probably the reason why her blood is preserved is the building material on the walls, maybe the acids or compounds in the mortar were able to create some sort of "binding action".
This is interesting to investigate though, it almost borders on the paranormal.
"We sleep by the ever-bright hole
At the door.
Eat in the corners,
Talk to the floors.
Teaching the spider's tongue
to say "Please".
Politely they bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs!"
-- A Passion Play, Jethro Tull
A Note: Ironically, "Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs" is one of the (apparent) British equivalents of "Well, I'll be damned".
Fitting, isn't it?
When I was younger, I went to an enrichment program, through the school, and I quite remember the doors to the classrooms looking much like this.
This really does remind me of Farringdon.
You know, when the pictures of the seclusion rooms were done in the monochromatic black and white, they looked very harsh and dangerous.
These ones, being in colour, seem to fetch more of a sympathy from me, truth be told. I can almost imagine a young teenager who had been put there for whatever reason, crying, and reaching a hand out from under the door.
Perhaps a nurse on duty would reach out as well, and hold the protruding hand?
It does, indeed, resemble dried/smeared blood, but don't hold my word to that. If it were to be that, then methinks it would have been cleaned unless it occured after the shut down of this ward.
I must admit that I did think of the Poopkid when I first viewed this image. Haha. I just can't help myself sometimes.
Perhaps it's a painting which interprets a lighting fixture?
I thought perhaps it was some form of corrosion or rust, but the origin point appears to have been applied, rather than from dripping down the wall...