The Period Horror Stories

Roller Coaster

I was chatting with my friends, out giggling melting into the chatter of the hallways. The locker conversations buzzed enthusiastically, and the idle chatter was hushed as one friend quietly squealed. "He's... coming this way!"

If you must know, the boy my friends and I were discussing was none other than the most popular guy, playboy, and bad boy in school. All things boy, really. He had twinkling eyes and swoon-worthy hair, and a charming smile.

He walked towards us, his perfect lips breathing out my name.

"Y-Yes?" I stammered, my legs shaky. God, my period-hormones were raging at the moment. Like, they were wrecking the shit on the inside of my uterus. But right now I loved it.

"Hey, want to go on a date with me tonight? The fair's in town," he grinned.

"S-Sure!" I accepted.

"Great, is 7 OK?" 

"Yeah sure," I swooned as he walked away. 

"Here, I'll text you when to meet," he handed me his phone. I grabbed it, shakily adding my digits to the small device. He had my number now! Oh. My. God!

"See you then," he waved goodbye as he walked back to wherever.

My friends waited for him to melt into the crowd before they jumped and down, squealing in delight. "Oh my God! You're crush asked you out!" one friend shrieked.

"I know!" I cheered, jumping up and down like a kangaroo. "What should I wear?"

"Skirt, and cute top!" they discussed. Looks like I have a date tonight.

~7 PM~

I waited in front of the gate's entrance, my legs wobbly. I made sure to wear a pad tonight, to avoid staining my skirt. I watched as he popped into view, his smile so hot I wanted to rip out my small intestines and hang myself with them.

Yeah, that hot.

"Ready to ride? Don't worry, if you're scared you can hold my hand," he grinned.

"I'll hold your hand anyway!" I laughed, grabbing his. Oh... it's wet. That's... not pleasant. Hopefully, it's just water. I ignored it and gave him a sweet smile. 

We walked over, getting snacks. He politely looked the other way as I gouged down four hotdogs. Yeah, call me a slut. But you know the whores back at school swallow twenty a day. I slurped down a Coke as we entered a haunted house or two. 

I pretended to be scared, y'know, in order to help him feel more confident in his testosterone.

There was a big, swirly roller coaster before us. The metal rattling as one of the carts rushed down. Shrieks of both delight and fear followed the cart as they went down, swerving from side to side, and flipping over occasionally on loops.

"Want to go on there?" my crush asked, his somehow still wet hand still grasped onto mine. Seriously, why is it so cold and wet? Legit we've been here for like an hour.

"Sure," I smile. We wait in line as plenty of groups of friends and couples were in front of us. Soon enough it was our turn, and we got in the second row. He looked to the side of the vehicle as we prepared for the ride to start.

At that moment, my friends popped out from the other side of the ride. They flashed me a thumbs up and waved their hands, one holding a cellphone, most likely recording the date. They flashed winks and smiles, and ducked down.

I turned back. My date was staring at me again.

"Here we go!" he said, and the cart started to move up the hill. We dived down, and it seemed as if everything was just going so much faster. I let out a shriek of excitement, hooting cheers of laughters. I raised my hands up in the air~LIKE I JUST DON'T CARE! My date, meanwhile, was gripping onto his rail for dear life.

A loop was coming and we flipped over, completely upside down. I stopped screaming, feeling something warm and liquid running up my back while I was upside down. I looked up, or rather, down, and saw a blur of red. We flipped back to right way up, and I heard a womanly scream beside me.

There was my date, who's gorgeous hair was completely covered in red. RED. The blood from my period must've run up my back, and once we flipped back it landed on him.

I shrieked in absolute humiliation. "OH MY GAWD!" But the others who didn't see the horrific event probably thought I was screaming from just the ride. Meanwhile My date was furiously rubbing at it, which only got it in deeper.

"GeT IT oFF! GeTT iT OfF!!!1!" he screamed. "WHAT IS THIS SHIT!?"

"Worse than shit," I whispered to myself in shock. He was screaming his head off. Uh... Sorry I covered you in my own blood? He shrieked again, since the ride was still going pretty fast.

We were thrown for another loop, and I felt the blood run down my back. I squeezed my eyes shut, and another scream from beside me was heard. "IT'S BACK! OH DEAR GOD IT'S BACK!" he screamed.

The ride dived us up and down again, swerving to the side. He was waving his hands around frantically, blood on his face now form what I could see. "OH DEAR GOOOOOD!" he shrieked, sounding like a banshee. I accidentally got smacked in the head, and the ride slowed ot a stop.

I quickly unbuckled and climbed out, running to my friends. "You've got to hide me! You've got to hide me!" I frantically screamed.

They looked at me weirdly. "What's on your back?!"

"OH MY GOD!" I heard a scream behind me. My date was pointing at me, probably noticing the blood all over the back of my skirt and shirt.

I gave a sheepish smile. "Aha, what are you doing here...?"

He let out a blood curtling scream, yelling upwards to the sky and madly scratching his face, as igf her were possessed by some satanic demon.

"Wait... did you??" My friends stared at me in shock.

I covered my ears to block out the screaming, "And it was going so well..."

Needless to say, we didn't have a second date.