Unfiltered Story #28359

I’m standing on the bus I take to my high school, facing outwards towards a woman who is slowly turning a shade of green. The roads are pretty bumpy, and I’m worried that she’s getting car sick. I was proved correct, but instead of her puking normally, out came blood. My pants were coated, as were the seats and flooring of the bus. The bus driver stops the bus, and the woman quickly scurried off. My pants are covered in blood, and as I get off to my stop, I run into my chemistry teacher, who looks down in horror.

“[My Name]!! Did you kill someone?!”