The Blue Hall

In my school there was this hallway. It was known as the blue hall. The floor was a dark blue, the doors were blue, where you saw wall; it to was blue. This hall connected to a stair case, which was white but you couldn't see that unless you were in the hall. 

On the white, above on the wall facing the connecting stairs were these spatters. They were something dry, reddish like splatters. It could have been ketchup but it could have been blood. Not sure, don't want to know, cause you see the story is that a kid killed himself there. That is true... His blood? No one knows. 

Every year, apparently the janitors tried to clean it up, but it doesn't work. It never fades. It looks creepy. You can only enter this hallway from upstairs and exit down. Making it somewhat closed in, but most of all it's stuffy.  I hated being there alone, as a group it was ok, but even then it is hard to shake it off. 

This feeling, feeling that something isn't right. Honestly people saying they saw shadows here and there don't help either. There is of course a logical explanation, but sometimes it nags at you, could it be him? Places with death are a cribe for the imaginative mind isn't it?