Snook - Unexplainable True 4Chan Threads

Episode Date: January 16, 2026

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This is long, and I'm long-winded. Sorry, X. Two and a half years ago, I moved to Bloomington, Indiana. I'd recently decided to start anew. My grandfather had died and left me $15,000. and the only friend I had outside of Texas lived there. I didn't want to live in that god-awful oven of a state anymore, so Indiana seemed as good of a place as any really.

When I first got here, I moved in with my friend, who I'd known since early childhood. We dated it a while back, broken things off, and become friends again. I didn't want to stay in that cramped apartment forever with her and her two girly girl roommates, So I quickly began looking for a piece of property to call my own. See, I wanted to raise goats eventually. I looked everywhere, hoping to do a lease purchase.

I eventually found an older, early 1900s, late 1800s house about 20 minutes from town. That sat comfortably on 23 acres of land and had an owner very willing to do a deal. It needed work, but came with an older barn, and it was a steal at the price it was offered at. I gave the woman who owned it $10,000, signed a lease purchase, and moved in a few weeks later. A week after me, my friend moved in. It was cheaper living with me than in her apartment.

This was about two years ago. Picture unrelated. Immediately, we noticed some odd things. The woman we bought it from, who lives about three miles from here, and we're now sort of friends with, wouldn't tell us much about the history of the house, only that it was old, had been vacant for two years,

and that it was 100% as is. She also would not go in the house more than necessary, nor would she walk the back 15 acres with us, which is all woods, or go into the barn. The few neighbors who had been there for more than a few years were a bit surprised we bought the place, but weren't as freaked out about it as to be priked out. prior owner. I assumed it was because of all the work the property needed. There were two broken

windows, mostly doors jammed, it needed some new wiring, one step was broken in the stairs, etc. Within a month, the place looked brand new. We shined the hardwood floors, painted the walls, replaced broken windows, and fixed the doors. It looked like a historical home. There were some oddities, though. Like I said, first, I noted that the attic's walls. were 100% unfinished aside from a few barely hanging panels of drywall yet these steps in the floor were carpeted and someone had wired the upstairs for cable and telephone we don't get cable out here so why someone would do that i don't know one of the drywall panels had a drawing from a children's book from the 1960s or so i'd say nailed to it and it had been colored over it wasn't anything creepy

and looked like it was from Alice in Wonderland, and the child had just filled in the lines. The original drawing was black and white. However, it was nailed to a much newer piece of drywall, four to five years old, and there had been no children in the house for much longer than that. The board also had ripped edges from other drawings on it and several children's handprints in blue and pink paint.

I didn't think much of it at the time and still don't classify it as 100% paranormal. Strangely, the attic's lights, it had several, did not work. In the crawl space in it, there were two that I found immediately, did not have floors, just drywall covered in carpet, which I really found fucking bizarre. This also killed me because I crawled in one and almost fell through the ceiling. The attic soon became my project, especially as winter set in, and the house became drafty. I was 100% convinced at the time it was the attic. I ripped up the carpet first.

The carpet did not have padding under most of it, only about half the attic, and there were unfinished hardwood floors beneath it. Under the side that didn't have padding, there were what looked like chalk lines under the carpet. On the wood, but they'd gotten so. smeared over the years, and I assumed the same children who left me the handprints and drawing had played with chalk one day. Now, I just find that sort of unnerving. I then went about finishing the floors and the crawl space and repairing the damage I did when I almost fell through

and wiring the attic properly. I didn't know it didn't have lights until I tried working up there after dark one night, and the lights wouldn't come on. To do that, I removed most of the drywall. as I wanted a few plugs up there. This didn't include the board with the handprints. Now, it's worth noting that I can't smell shit. I grew up on a farm, and I've smelled blood,

rot, and feces regularly since I was born. Unless an odors truly overpowering, it just doesn't really bother me. Until I was done with the wiring, my roommate hadn't ever been up in the attic. When she went up there once, she immediately told me something smelled and tracked the odor down to a piece of drywall with the handprints slash drawing. I humored her, removed it, and was unpleasantly surprised by what I

found. A dead, rotting cat. It hadn't been there more than a couple months, although the attic had been sealed. No openings large enough for a cat. The only door up to it had been. Have you been closed. I didn't think much of it though and threw the cat out. After scrubbing the space, I replaced the drywall, finished the walls, and considered it a day. My bedroom is unfortunately located. When you go up the stairs, if you turn up left, you come to my door within a few feet. My room's the biggest, about 40% of the upstairs living area. Unfortunately, it also has the only door to the attic in it. If you go the entire length of my room, you come to a small hall at the end, and if you turn left again, you've got my attic.

It's hard to describe, really. This unnerved me a little, especially after I began hearing thumping noises above me, usually at night. At first I assumed it was a rat or something of the sort. Come in for the winter. I'd never heard the noise before then. After it got bad one night, it sounded like something was hopping around up there and getting into the things I'd stored there,

I went up there to see if I could find the little bugger's nest. I knew it wasn't the walls, as I had just recently put most of them in. I checked the floor, even ripping up one board, which looked damaged, nothing but dust and a few marbles. I assumed the children who'd surely been up there lost them in the floor somehow. Eventually, I began checking the walls for any hollow spots, after the noises got progressively louder. Eventually, I found one, behind the only piece of drywall I hadn't replaced.

Behind it was another crawl space. This one finished with a floor. I didn't find anything in it, nowhere for the rat or whatever to hide. However, it was abnormally cold. Despite having only one external wall, we're talking a good 20 Fahrenheit lower than my mid-year 40-50s attic. It was like I'd stepped outside. I added an access, put up rat traps, and forgot about it. I never caught a rat, nor did I ever find animal droppings. The noises continued, getting louder as winter went on, until it sounded like there was a party going on upstairs.

When spring came, the noises got less intense, a thump or two every night, but that was it. I got used to it and I never mentioned it to my roommate who apparently didn't hear the noises. She never complained about it. The crawl space, however, remained cold and unnerving. Even in the summer, the crawl space was much cooler than my air-conditioned home. It was not the only cold spot, nor the only one I had direct contact with. The second cold spot was my closet. When we first moved in, I noticed how much colder it was than the rest of the house, a good 10 degrees Fahrenheit, and that it had a light, musty smell that even I could notice.

I stored boxes and records in it, and nothing else. I decided to air it out and left it open one morning, only to find it closed when I got home. After repeating the cycle two or three more times, I asked my roommate to stop closing the door. She claimed she hadn't been in the room and didn't know what I was talking about. I found it creepy, but brush it aside. I began leaving it open at night, but found it hard to sleep. When I did finally fall asleep, I'd awake to it being closed again. I stopped trying.

The third cold spot was located in the empty third bedroom and was dead center in the middle of the room. It was the least intense but very noticeable, and you'd walk across the room and feel it. We have four dogs and two cats in the house, and all the animals refused to go in that room. Despite it being bigger than my roommate's room and having a much larger closet, she didn't pick it when we moved in, instead picking the smaller room that shared a wall with my snoring ass. I think we were all bothered by that room. In mid-spring, we got another roommate, a kid I'd met online who was getting kicked out and I felt bad for. He took up the empty third bedroom under the crawl space.

Not long after that, my first roommate, F for now on, to avoid confusion with the new guy, N, got a boyfriend, T, who began to stay over more. Immediately N began to complain about the cold spot and how it was poor installation. He also complained how his dog didn't like to be in his room and blamed that on the cold. He went out of his way, even in the summer, to make it warmer in his room. While it'd be hotter than hell in 90% of his room, if you stood in the cold spot, you'd still feel it. He also began complaining of a tapping noise in the ceiling, which he said sounded like fingers wrapping on a desk and blamed on a rat. I was glad someone else heard the invisible rat

and tried in earnest to find the fucker again. We still never found it. Meanwhile, I bought 11 more acres from a neighbor, directly behind my property. This was largely woods, with a small stream running through it. By now I was trying to fence in my property so I could bring my horses.

I'd bought a few over the spring, home, and let my two pet goats out of their stall in the barn. Our first summer in the house was in full swing. The barn was another thing of interest. When we moved in, the barn was filthy. The stalls, five of them, and built in run, and were filled with feces. Horse, cow, muck, and trash. Two stalls were full of horse tack, buckets, bags of trash, etc.

Apparently, about a year before we moved in, the barn had been rented out. to someone with five horses. They'd left in a hurry. We assumed back rent and hadn't cleaned anything before they left and had left all their tack. What we first assumed was a treasure trove of unclaimed belongings. Soon just became a hassle. In abnormally thick.

Literally an inch in some places, layer of dust was over everything, making it so we couldn't even tell what most of it was before we cleaned it. It took so long to clean things and so much of it was trash that a lot of things just went into the trash. We did get some very nice bridles and a saddle out of the mess, which we thought it was odd. The soles were cleaned, and the main room was also cleaned. The main room also had the thick dust, which was actually worse. We first thought it had a dirt floor until we discovered it was stone underneath. The stones slash bricks were very old.

and very dirty. Some had numbers and letters carved into them. Eventually, we got two goats, which we kept in one of the stalls. The rest of the barn remained empty, and as I said before, there was no fencing. While working on the fencing,

we began to notice our progress was being hindered. We'd put in two dozen poles a day, woke up the next morning, and a quarter of them would be knocked over. Lane sometimes feet away from the hole. We assumed it was just pranksters and went on regardless. Soon we had the actual wire up. It was then that we realized whatever was destroying the fence was a determined motherfucker.

We'd come out one morning and entire sections of wire would be broken, meaning we'd have to redo hours of work. It was then that T, my main helper for the fence, said roughly the following. Probably not, it's an exact quote, but it goes as follows. It's got to be kids. It's not like deer are doing this. I've never even seen a fucking deer out here. I realized then that I'd never seen any wildlife out there either. Nothing big anyway.

Our neighbor's lawns were full of deer. And we'd occasionally see one in the back acres, especially around the stream. But never anything around the barn, house or in. in the fields. Not just deer either. Birds, raccoons, even dogs. Nothing ever came around. Eventually, we got the fencing up. Bought the horses home and life was normal for a while. And began acting oddly. Although he'd always been the lonely neckbeard type, this coming from a man who actually sports a neck beard, he stopped coming out of his room. Aside from using the bathroom and occasionally eating and refused to go outside. Because of this, he stopped paying his share of the

bills and his rent as he quickly ran out of money. It soon became so bad that he didn't even leave his room to walk his dog or even let it outside. We didn't realize this until it began peeing everywhere, and he began blaming us, mostly our dogs, but he once accused tea of urinating in the hall. And after a while, he was no longer talking to us. By then, F and I were both planning on kicking him out, but didn't exactly know how to word it to him. And I felt bad, as I knew he had nowhere to go. I was at work one day when I got a call from a very upset F. Apparently, she'd been showering, and upon leaving the bathroom with just a towel on, we all got used to end basically not being there and acted like he wasn't a lot.

most of the time, found N right outside of the bathroom door, just staring at it. He wouldn't move to let her by, and she actually had to push him out of the way. She figured he was just being an ass, went to her room, got dressed, and went to tell him off, only to find him standing outside her bedroom door that time. He wouldn't speak to her, or move again, and she was a bit worried he was up to something. She wanted me to come home. I did and asked him why he'd done that. He refused to speak, but did message me over MSN and basically told me he hadn't done it.

I believe F, as she's never lied about shit like that before, and that I was an awful person because I lived in the country and had bad internet and didn't walk his dog for him. I gave him a week's notice to get out then and there. He left exactly a week later, without saying anything, and took all our pillowcases when he left. That really fucking ruffled my jimmies, but not as much as his room did. Oh, when I saw his room, my jimmies were as ruffled as they could get. His room was full of trash, literally piles of it. He'd also began to urinate in bottles and had snooked off onto the walls.

No, I'm not kidding. We were in the process of cleaning it when we were actually attacked by an iguana that he'd brought into the house at some point and never told us about, which had been hiding under his bed. None of us ever heard from N after that, so I don't know what came of him. His room remained empty for over a year. It was about then that the actual weird shit began happening. I'd come home to find things in my room rearranged. Pencils would be taken out of my desk drawers and arranged in neat little squares. My keyboard would be stacked on top of my hard drive, which my speakers on top of it.

My books would be taken out of my shelves and stacked into pyramids. This would happen if I'd left and no one else had come home while I was gone. Sometimes it happened when I left to go to the bathroom and came right. back to my room. It began happening to F and T, who soon moved in completely, as well, although to a lesser extent. Dust began returning in the barn, without any real source. We'd clean things one night, come back in the morning, only to find a thick layer of dust on everything, more than one could explain away from bedding or dirt. We don't live in a dry area, by the way. The creepiest thing to happen to me thus far came in the early fall.

I built a small shed to store my tools in by the house and went out one morning, well about 11 p.m. To find T digging through the shed, T and F both go to college, and he shouldn't have been home at the time. I asked him what he was doing, and he replied that he needed something and kept going through the things. I noticed him leave with a pair of garden shears and a pickaxe a few minutes later and thought nothing of it, other than he was probably high. I didn't see him for the rest of the day until he came back from class with F. He told me he'd been at class all day long,

and the reason his car had it moved was thanks to carpooling. One could argue he'd lied and snuck off at some point. But it really freaked me out. There's no chance in hell. The guy I saw run off with my shears and pickax was not him.

And if it wasn't, he's got an identical twin out there somewhere. I didn't see either tool again for months. Midwinter, I went out to find my shears wedged between two of the front porch boards, just hanging out. The pickax has yet to be found. No, I don't know what they were used for. My shears were in clean, oiled condition when they reappeared, and didn't look any different than when I'd first seen them.

I never noticed any holes or trimmed bushes on my property. Not long after, we began stocking up on hay for our horses over the winter. This was before this year's reappeared. We'd never used our hayloft before, as we'd only had about 20 bales of hay at the time, which we stacked downstairs. We were busily putting hay up there with the help of some redneck friends, when F, who'd been up in the loft stacking hay, fell out one of the portholes on the side of the barn.

She ended up with a badly sprung wrist, and is probably lucky that's all that happened. We assumed she'd tripped or slid, but she was horribly angry when she got down there, because she thought one of us had pushed her. Only one of my friends had been up there, and we, myself, and my other friend, could both see him at the time she fell, and he was nowhere near her. To this day, she insists. someone pushed her. It's worth noting that the stacking

slash rearranging of items was still going on at this time and had moved on to fruit and other small items downstairs in the dining room and kitchen. We'd also begun finding stray marbles around the house. Winter hit, and it hit hard.

When we got the first snow, we got a few inches of it, and caring for the horses became more of a hassle with blanketing and such. I kept two chickens at the time, who had free range of my barn during the day. One evening, I went to put everyone up, and the chickens were both gone. I searched everywhere for them, and never found their bodies, blood, footprints, of them, or any other animal, or even a feather.

I still have not found them. By the time I got back from searching the nearby area, it was already dark out. It hadn't been when I left, so the lights in the barn have been, off when I left. Now, however, they were on. I first thought that F or T had come out and turned them all on, but there was no footprints other than mine and my dogs, and I didn't see their cars in the driveway. I figured I'd done goofed and went about my routine of putting food in stalls, cleaning up last night's shit and filling water buckets. Now I've got a draft horse. He's big, he's fat, and you don't fuck with his feeding routine. He literally tear apart a barn if he doesn't get his food, and he's

never late for a meal. Hell, most of my horses aren't. Not one horse was at the run-in, waiting to be led into their stalls. The goats who'd been given their food were nervous and not eating. I was worried at that point that someone had been messing around the barn, and possibly stolen the chickens, and maybe done something with the horses. I grabbed a ledrope, went out into the dark, and snow-covered pasture and began calling for horses. Still, no one came. Hell, my dog hadn't even followed me out into the pasture and was staying in the barn this time. I felt very alone all of a sudden, but as if someone or something were watching me. I trudged on, jumpy but determined, and eventually found five very jumpy and upset horses in the back corner of the

pasture. None of them wanted to come to the barn, and I literally had to drag one back. The draft horse went into his stall, only to practically run me over trying to get out a second later, and had to be pushed and prodded back into his stall. By the time everyone was up, two hours had gone by, and I was pretty jumping myself. I remember seeing shapes at the edge of my limited vision. Shit gets dark in the country, and at some point, you just see shapes in the distance. But these could have been my imagination or deer. I was happy to get inside anyway.

The next night, F went out with me to feed the horses. They were jumpy, but less so than the night before. Although I felt like I was being watched and couldn't wait to go back to the house. F later told me that it felt thin out there that night. When she explained further, she said she thought the lines between realms, were thin. She's a bit of a paranormal freak, but I can't say I didn't feel it too. Not long after

my pet goat Wally began to choke on his food. He stopped being able to eat properly and we called a vet. The vet told us he was healthy from what we could tell and everything checked out. I tried lots of things from massaging his neck to patting his back while he ate, but he got no better and began to get thin. Eventually, he died. I don't know if it's related or not, but his rather sudden, it all happened in about two weeks' death, and how the vet couldn't explain it, bothered me. I bought a few more goats to keep my other fellow company and forgot about it,

until one of my other goats died from strangely similar symptoms a month later. I became incredibly paranoid, fearing they'd all caught some sort of horrible goat disease. Fortunately, no one else died, and the best I can explain was the dust got to them. We built a new barn in the spring. This is the third winter here, so I was probably wrong about my earlier estimate of two years. It's been a long day. Three makes more sense when I honestly think about it and suffered no more deaths, as said before. The horses also began to perk up, acting less skittish in general. We no longer used the other barn. When I last went in there, the dust was back to an inch thick.

We don't even store things in there. And our new barn does not have these problems. Unlike the winter before, things didn't get better with spring. New noises began popping up, including a loud hum from the pipes. A toy plane positioned to top some shelves flew off the shelves and hit me in the face when I was on the computer. The stacking intensified until it was no longer one to two stacks a day, but three to four. a day. We began to admit we had a problem. By the end of spring, F and T were fighting like cats and dogs, and T eventually left. I came home one evening to find all the upstairs windows open. I was the

first to come home, and nothing had been stolen. We found a marble in the garbage disposal, but not until I've been running it. We had to buy a new one. F is Jewish. I'm not religious. She suggested we get someone to bless the house and eventually convinced her rabbi to do it. He did it and things got better for a while. He did an entire ceremony and the house stopped being stuffy and intimidating like it had grown to be. The noises stopped for the most part. Marble stopped popping up and we got only a few stacks a week. The old barn remained odd, especially at night.

And occasionally we'd have to go in there. to turn off the lights or closed doors that had turned on themselves we went trail riding that summer on the property only for both our horses to spook at nothing by the stream dump us and run off to hide in the barn we seriously don't know what they spooked at and we still can't get them to go near that stream no it isn't water they're fine with water if it isn't that stream sorry for being slow I didn't expect anyone to read this far down. Other than a few oddities, things were better. My sister visited me for the first time at my house.

We met in town once when she drove up there, but I didn't really want her knowing where my house was and remarked that the house, quote, creeped her out. My girlfriend at the time said the same thing when she first saw the house. But like I said, things were a lot better. This winter, things have gotten bad again. It started in late November and just got worse. The noises returned in the attic, accompanied by new ones.

I went to bed one night and began hearing classical music. I asked F to turn it off, and she said it wasn't her music. It stopped a few minutes later. We sometimes hear a click in the basement. F got a new boyfriend a few months back, who we'll call L. He claimed something watches him from the attic, although he only first claimed this a week or two ago. F's reluctant to go upstairs and I come home to find her sleeping on the couch sometimes.

Money's tight, so we got another roommate, the first one we've had since N. They took the spare bedroom, which we kept empty, aside from furniture and left, and told me yesterday, after only a month here that they couldn't stay anymore and had to go. They just didn't feel comfortable here. The stacks are worse again too. I woke up this morning with the attic key in the door, and the door unlocked. I always lock it when I'm done going up there, so it doesn't pop open and a dog doesn't go up there. I never leave the key in the door.

I decided to try and figure out what happened and called the woman I bought the house from to talk to her. I didn't tell her we had been having any problems, and she hasn't been to the house in over a year. so she doesn't really know what's been happening. I just told her I wanted to know the history. She told me she was glad I liked the house so much because she hadn't wanted to tell me quite everything when I bought the place. Apparently, she rented it out in the 80s.

She's owned it since the mid-70s and only lived in it for a few years then. She lived in it again in the 90s and rented it out in the 2000s. And her tenant ended up committing S-word by hanging in the house in my fucking closet there's an exposed beam in the ceiling so i guess that's as good a place as any she said it like it was a joke i don't think that's the only thing that has happened here i don't think that explains why the barns got so many problems or why the attic does f's leaving

moving in with Elle, says she can't handle living here. I'm tempted to agree with her and have begun looking for a new place. It's just too stressful living here. No, we didn't have some big event happen. No, we didn't have skeletons or ghosts pop out and Rward us. And Slanderman isn't haunting us. We're just, we're just tired of it. My TV randomly turned itself off at night, only to turn back on and wake me up,

on different channels. My windows open. It's always drafting cold. It's a thousand little things. No rattling chains or screaming banshees. It's just uncomfortable here. F's packing up, but says she won't leave until I've got a place to go. The new roommates will call him A, plans on leaving Tuesday.

I'm considering taking a job down in Kentucky, and I'm driving down there to look at a house Monday. It's new construction. and I think all my houses from now on will be. Congrats to those who finished it. Yeah, I know. It's long and boring and lacks a good end. I just thought you guys may like to read it.

If you have any questions, I'll stay up and answer them. I'm not sleeping tonight anyway. Thumping's too loud. Oh, and did I mention the attic lights went out over the fall? I've tried fixing them three times, but they won't work anymore. And nothing I do. Or the professional electrician we hired did. Fixes it them. And then some people start asking some questions. Someone says, have you tried

leaving a sound recorder on in the paranormal hotspots overnight? I mean, if you really do have all these problems, why not just rent out another place and open this one up as like a haunted hotel tourist trap kind of thing? Just an idea. And then the OP says, oh, and to clarify one more thing, I'm in the process of selling the place. I got a real loan back in 09 and I've got about 40k paid off on on the place, 10K down payment plus about 20k payments, plus a 10K present F's rich Jewish dad gave me. I've got two interested parties who like it for the 33 acres, two barns and historical house. If they don't go through, I'll kind of give myself out to my parents to get the other house and try and lease this until I can sell it.

And then someone else says, O.P., I'd suggest fucking with the ghost. Show the bitch you mean business. Burn down the old barn, like straight up torch it. Don't call for insurance or anything. Just be like, hey, motherfucker, I bought this house and I plan on staying here. If you keep effing with me, though, I'll burn down your favorite places. Also, the next few nights after that, sleep in a motel. The ghost will probably be pissed.

I checked local historical register for something happening in that house in 1933. It is long known that CAPTCHA is prophetic. Someone else says, great. This makes me kind of nervous to move into my new home. My fiancé and I just bought a home a few states away. It's an old Victorian and a fixer-upper. I mean, a real fixer-upper. It was a good story.

It had me intrigued. Also, despite there not being any real big ending, it was good. Thanks for keeping me entertained while I wait to go to bed. And then the Opie starts to answer some of these questions, saying, hopefully there won't be a next time. This isn't fake, although I understand if you think it is. He also replies to another comment saying, I really want to cut ties with it and get the fuck out of here.

If I'm stuck with it, I might try that, just so it doesn't get taken back. I don't want to fuck up my credit because of fucking ghosts. I'm honestly afraid to leave a tape recorder out. Although Elle suggested it before, I'm afraid something will be telling us to go die in a fire on it. He also says, I don't plan on putting any more money in this house.

and I'm saving up right now to get into the next place. The best I could do is leave my webcam on during the day while I'm gone, and it's so grainy, you'd probably never see anything in it. He also says, I might try it in the morning, but I don't want to listen to it. F and L can if they want, but I don't want to. I'm too much of a chicken shit. I do it right this minute, but if I have a tape recorder, it's in the attic. And then the O.P. finally says,

good night and good luck and finally comments if i can't sell the place and have to stay here i might try that i don't honestly know where one finds a catholic priest or how f got the rabbi here do i like just go into a church and ask for ghost help and that's the last we have ever heard from the op on this story but you guys might be going oh well that was a boring story and i kind of understand that but once again, this is true 4chan's threads, and I tried to pick some true stories. And to me, this seemed true because a lot of true stories are often not that climatic.

You know, they don't have a crazy ending. But I think the ending there was disturbing. I mean, he called the old homeowner, and she's like, someone committed Sward in here. And it's in your closet. I mean, like, just think about that for a second. Imagine you lived in a house, all this crazy shit's happening.

And there's cold spots in your house and you can't explain it. And there's knocking and there's tapping and all this stuff. And you call the old homeowner. And she says someone committed S word in your closet. And you never knew. And there's always weird shit happening with the closet. I mean, that is just so scary to me. And this just feels like a true story because a lot of the fake stories,

they just go for it. And they go on a crazy ramble, giving all these. crazy details that just don't seem realistic but this one just seems eerie and like the opi said unnerving and i mean it was unexplainable who knows what it was and so that's the title of this video but i hope you enjoyed that one i really enjoyed this one and um yeah let me know your thoughts down below and just a quick preface before we get into this next story this story is a lot different than usual um it is not your average scary story i read and it's a slow burner but it is so worth the listen at first you'll be like caught off guard i do agree the details and the descriptions of some things

are a little bit odd but the story just blew my mind it is often labeled as one of the greatest green text of all times so you'll want to stick around and without further ado let's get into the ballad of ella this is my story be be me 19 year old college freshman this was 10 years ago i had this bro from high school pete we were friends but not exactly bros. He was a cool guy, and I think I was cool to him. Turns out we applied to the same college and enrolled, going to the same classes, practically spending all of our time together. Away from you family, with your high school life behind you, things can get hectic. Yeah, you are teenagers with no real problems to deal with, but you still need a friend you can depend on,

and we were that friends to each other. Fast forward a couple of months. second semester. We start taking this new class and there is this girl in the class. Not just us, but every human being with a working pee-p and the entire campus is losing their shit over her. Ordinary straight girls are ready to become lesbians just for her. I mean, man, wow, what an angel, a beam of light. Do a machina descending from heaven? I have no fucking idea. A value over 10 is a measurement that applies to us, mere mortals. Her beauty cannot be calculated or properly abstracted with numbers. And looking at her is like something you know you shouldn't do. Not because it's creepy or socially awkward or some other shit. It's because you feel

like you're not worthy. Not for her, you're not. No, not her. But we were looking. Turns out we first saw her practically at the same time. And we wanted to point her to one another. But we couldn't take our eyes off of her so we sat in some lousy economy class or whatever and drooled over her for half an hour before i whispered dude fuck me and it took p a solid five minutes before we could simply say yeah there she was this five nine lady with long wavy auburn hair and emerald green eyes to die for and pretty sure to kill for sitting just a couple feet away from us yeah so fuck me me was the correct response in that situation. Pick is unrelated random chick.

After the class, to this day, I can't remember if the life of me remember what the fuck it was about. We were already orbiting her like some lousy asteroids stuck to a massive black hole, creepily getting closer and closer to her as she sucked us in. Bumping to each other and walking like we were drunk and out of our minds, I don't know what it was. Maybe she realized that we were falling her like purves, or maybe it was something. else. Halfway to the cafeteria, she just stopped and turned towards us. We immediately bumped into

each other and stopped as well. But her beauty was so miraculous, we forgot to look somewhere else. I remember her gaze. It was like the back of her heads blew open and brains splattered all over the hallway, those green eyes man. And she smiled. She fucking smiled. If we weren't healthy, fit males in their prime, we would have died of a heart attack at that moment. We couldn't breathe. She was so beautiful. So there we were, still staring at her. Our eyes and mouths wide open.

We were in our low, way low two-digit IQs at that moment. And there she was in all of her glory. Like I said, 5'9, long wavy Auburn hair, Emerald Green Eyes, long, curvy and athletic legs, you know, slimmer at the knees, well-defined muscles on our calves and soft but rigid thighs. Her ankles were so elegant. but her tendons were sprained,

as if she were a wild gazelle ready to bolt out at a moment's notice. Her butt? I can't call it an ass, not hers. Ass is what girls have. This lady had something else. She had buttocks that required a new definition of the word. They were so firm and so well-shaped, you could perfectly calculate her pie if you took the measurement.

Her breasts, I don't even have the words. To this day, I'm still searching for the right words, and I will try and describe them later in this story but I will fail terribly. I can still remember what she was wearing that day. I know what she was wearing probably better than her on the day she wore them. And I know this because Pete knew this. After she looked at us and smiled,

just for a few seconds, which felt like an eternity, she turned around again and kept on walking. We just stayed put. We couldn't follow her. Our black hole left us lonely asteroids to the pitch black emptiness of cold space. So after the school, we went to our dorm room with no information. about her whatsoever. No name, no nothing. Just a mental image of her elegant stance etched deep into our minds. I was looking at the picture of random women with green eyes and Auburn hair on Yahoo.

That was the only thing I could do. But none of the images even came close to matching her beauty. Well, Pete felt like he had to do something. And he fucking started searching for her clothes. I shit you not. He was searching for her clothes on Amazon and eBay and all these fashion and shopping. sight, neither of us knew nothing about. He started with searching for a skirt, which was this black wool cashmere circle skirt with a playful flare at the bottom, a couple inches above her knee, revealing her thighs just a little bit. When he found it, he shouted, I found it, fuck yeah. And I thought he had found her. But when I saw what he found, which was this, I don't know what brand skirt on Amazon, I was far from being disappointed. I was feeling the same way. We didn't know her name,

but fuck if we didn't know what skirt she was wearing. Pete kept going with the search and I helped him. At the end of the night, we knew what flat she was wearing. What shirt? We even knew what brand her red bow-shaped hair clip was. I mean, look, we are straight guys. I figure I'm a 7 out of 10, maybe an 8. Pete is an easy 8 out of 10 pushing 9.

We were both fit. We don't have ugly pimples on our faces or anything. We were both very decent. We were not sure, chubby. And also, we were not the most popular kids in high. high school. We were definitely not social castouts either. But that night, we were more gay than a male fashion design student wearing pink Donna Gray's and coming out of the closet singing YMCA. And we knew what skirt she was wearing, so yeah. And before we went to sleep, he had an idea.

That motherfucker had the most excellent idea. He knew he needed an extra something if he was ever going to talk to her, let alone date her. So he decided he should start learning about fashion and use his knowledge as a conversation starter. Meanwhile, I was feeling like I could go to Mars with a new Apollo mission, or saved the world from a new regime all by myself, and still wouldn't be able to impress her. I was a hopeless F-sler. Next morning, the first thing Pete did was to enroll in a class on fashion design. Pete didn't know if this tactic was even going to work.

Pete didn't know if this magnificent creature would speak fashion. with him, but he had hopes. Meanwhile, we were both unable to speak to her. We were a bunch of beta F-slers, scared out of our minds. But we learned her name from a friend. Ella. Ella was her name. Pete didn't want to waste his chances in leaving a perfect first impression with Ella.

Well, the first impression both of us have left with us standing in the middle of hallway, staring at her like we were a bunch of R-worded perverts. But speaking to her was a different. matter altogether. I figured if Pete had no chance of talking to her now, how could I? Besides, Pete was so into zone. I don't want to compete. Not that I could, or so I believed. Fast forward a couple of weeks. Pete as a freshman knew more about fashion than seniors knew about economy in our department. He was spending his nights browsing fashion blogs. Every night, he would come to our room with a list of items she was wearing that day, studying her taste in fashion.

Pete told me that this could actually work. Since while a lot of the girls on campus dress like trailer trashes, Ella was always amazing in her choice of clothes. Our room was filled with additions of Vogue and GQ and shit. A couple of friends have seen our stash of fashion magazines and joked about it. So we made a lousy explanation of how they were quality snooking it material. And got away with it. One day Pete woke up and turned to me.

I'm ready, he said. Like Neo saying, I know Kung Fu. I said, show her. Anyways, Pete decided that whatever she's wearing that day, he felt like he could intelligently talk to her about her clothes. After the economy class, I wished him luck, and we parted ways. An hour later, he found me. I asked him.

How did it go? Oh, I don't know, man. I really don't know. I mean, I might as well done great or fucked it up completely. Why? Look, we talked about fashion for an hour. So you talked for an hour? That's great, man.

Damn, we were beta F slurs. Yeah, but what if she thinks I'm gay? I started laughing. Pete had a point. Straight guys don't usually talk about fashion. Certainly not about women's fashion. Suddenly, Ella comes out of nowhere. I froze.

Pete looked at me and understood that Ella was coming our way. Hey, Pete. And I heard Ella's voice for the first time. She had a crackly deep voice. Kind of reminds me of Scarlett Johansson now. A lot of people don't think that kind of voice is flattering, but if you found me a soprano that sings Agnes Day, I would have told you, shut that woman up and let Ella sing. Hey Ella, said Pete. His heart probably skipping a couple of beats.

I remembered now. I got it from anthropology. I have absolutely no idea what she's talking about. Oh, thanks. Don't mention it. it's from last season though i don't think you could buy it for your sister but they might have something similar oh well thank you for telling me ella you're welcome see you around pete see ella and we watched ella walking away from us graciously until she disappeared in the distance

still looking at her general direction as if we could still see her dude your sister is seven yeah uh i know uh yeah i know she is Yeah, I know. Magnificent. A week later, Pete had another idea. In order to not look like a gay couple, he suggested that we developed this manly handshake. And to slap or slash that, we are in fact bros.

Like a bunch of idiots, we stayed up all night. Working out this complex yet subtle, or so we thought, secret handshake. Our stupidity was at an immeasurable new height. Pete was chatting up Ella, little by little every day. but he was afraid of becoming a gay BFF and lose all chance of dating her. So he requested me to approach them tomorrow at some point mid-conversation

and apply the handshake. Okay then. After our economy class, I gave Pete some time, then joined them in the cafeteria. As I approached them, Pete saw me coming, excused himself like a true boss gentleman, and we started acting out this ridiculous handshake in unison. I mean, it was absolute bullshit. hands and fingers everywhere clicking and fist bumping and doing other various stuff it was like the

douchebag version of circad de soli halfway through yeah it was that long it almost needed an interlude ella starts laughing her ass off she was laughing like a crazy person we freeze the blood drains away from pete's face pale as fuck we realized that we just fucked up we fucked up immensely and we forced ourselves to turn and face ella she's trying to turn and face ella she's trying to silence herself, still laughing. Pete and I still holding hands like idiots. She tries to apologize for laughing, but then she starts laughing even louder.

We look around and hope that no one other person has acknowledged how dumb we look. Fortunately, no one other than Ella is laughing, but Ella is still laughing. Pete has this, this is how we die face. I'm all good. Ella's laughter finally dies down, and we're looking at her like rabbits caught in headlights.

guys, I know you're not gay, and she starts laughing again. Pete looks like he's about to shit his pants, and I don't know what it was. Maybe I started losing my nerve, or maybe it was like a chain reaction to Ella's laughter. I start laughing my ass off as well. That manly handshake started playing out my head over and over again, and I began to imagine myself doing the handshake, and I realized how absolutely idiotic it must have looked like. Pete starts laughing as well. all three of us are crying at this point now people are looking at us like what the fuck and that's

how i met ella we finally sit down i'm still chuckling like an ape i extend my hand towards ella hi i'm anon she firmly grabs my hand my god her hands are beautiful long slender fingers embrace my hairy man paws like the branches of a delicate flower she has a very cold touch almost freezing but at the same time it's such an awakening feeling. I can feel the hairs on my forearm rising. Hi, Anon, I'm Ella. She responds with a warm smile and an incredibly sharp piercing gaze. Her spellbinding eyes are filled with both an I got you now attitude and an older sister's love I melt. For how long have you guys practiced that stupid handshake she asks? We start blushing like five-year-old kids. All night. Pete answers as soundly as possible.

Ella claps her hands and pops a loud chuckle. I knew it. Waving her fingers towards us. You guys are insecure. Pete grumbles. Oh, it's so cute. She puts on a funny face, pouting her spectacular pink lips.

I'm losing my grasp on English language right now. Well, guys, I know you're not gay, but you're definitely homophobic. Well, we're not. I try to defend myself futilely. Oh, it's okay, Annan. Miles, I can understand that feeling. Pete must be losing his mind.

He just sits there, trying to find a way to regain his composure. Oh, come on, Pete. I know you feel uneasy talking to me about fashion. Pete looks shocked. He doesn't understand how he could be sidelined so bad. But he tries to make a case, which I assume he has none. It's really okay, Pete. I can sense that you have been working on fashion, makes a finger quote,

for some time. Oh, fuck. Our jaws are sweeping the floor. How? Pete mumbles. Seriously, I know about your fashion class in your room full of fashion magazines. Ella winks at Pete. I'm about to lose my shit.

Pete looks like he's been shot by Cupid's 50-Cal machine gun. He's crushing hard, madly in love. How did you know? I ask. Since Pete cannot come to the phone right now. Well, first of all, I have a friend in Pete's fashion class, and also some of your chums were talking about your stash and I overheard them. Pete soundly mouths, fuck me.

But most of all, Pete, I can see that you are new to the fashion world. Where did I go wrong? Pete must have been losing his hope at this point. Well, a fashionista, how can I put it, must look more fashionable, don't you think? Ella was right. Granted, Pete didn't walk around wearing shitty flip-flops and baggy sweatpants, but he wasn't actually a fashion icon either. Pete looks like he's about a burst into tears.

Besides, your fashion sense has no context. A person who is deeply involved in any subject always speaks in some form of context. As Ella talks about Pete's failure, I feel both incredibly sad and incredibly turned on. Maybe I'm not from a family or a place where there were a lot of smart women around. And maybe I was just a dumb, homophobic

or maybe even sex as fuck. Who thinks all women learn about everything in life by furiously banging Ken and Barbie dolls into each other in their childhood? But I'll be damned if this magnificent woman isn't smart. Hey, it's okay, Pete. LSE's Pete cringing like a puckered behind. I know why he did it. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Pete lines up like someone stuck a needle full of adrenaline into his chest.

Meanwhile, I'm lost in Ella's eyes, studying her beautiful face. she talks. So, uh, so I'm gonna, I'm gonna give you a chance. Go ahead. Ask. Ask. Ask what? Pete shits the bed. Ella tilts her head and gives him a really face. Pete comes around again. Gains his composure like a champ for the first time during the conversation. Uh, well, do you, do you want to grab a cup of coffee with me after school? Ella smiles that have been playfully nods their eyes closed. I would love that Pete. And she chuckles. And I sit there, like a Fsler, thinking of asking, can I come to? Ella is beyond words to me. I feel stupid and powerless near her.

Thank you. Pete barely makes any sense. I can't imagine being in his place right now. Getting the green light from Ella after believing that he fucked up so badly. Ella laughs playfully and changes the subject. So we sat there and talked about our lives and how we knew each other for an hour. And I was able to get to know Ella, even if it was just for a little bit. But it was an amazing experience. A couple of weeks later, Pete and Ella were a couple. I've never seen Pete so happy. He was over the clouds all the time. The guy was out of his mind, counting seconds for the next date every time he kissed Ella goodbye. And I was happy for my bro. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel uneasy every time I saw Ella. Ella was still the most amazing

woman I have ever seen in my life. Nothing came remotely close to matching her beauty, not to mention her wits. And speaking to her was more fun than I could have ever had, doing anything. And I was trying extremely hard not to fall for her. I owed it to my bro, and to myself. Fortunately, Ella came to my help. She introduced her friend Nicole to me. Nicole was the girl in Pete's fashion class. The girl Ella was talking about.

Nicole was an incredibly beautiful girl. She was this amazing redhead. Five-six, big soft breasts, nice curvy body, pale blue eyes, cute little freckles on her face. You would think that a beautiful girl like Ella wouldn't be BFFs, with another beauty like Nicole. Nine out of ten times, you'd be right, but Ella had no competition. She was beyond competition.

Ella could have been friends with the biggest bimbo there ever was, or she could have been hanging around with a fucking Swedish bikini team. She could have been sleepwalking in her PJs on a Victoria's Secret Catwalk at a New Year's show for all I care. No matter the situation, Ella was always the one you looked at first. But yeah, Nicole was a bombshell too, and she was something else entirely. The four of us started hanging out together,

started going to parties, hanging out after school, going to the movies, and slowly Nicole and I got very close. She had an amazing sense of humor. Knew a lot about subcultures and shit. Finally, after a night out together, P&L had decided to go to Ella's room by themselves.

Turns out Ella's roommate was back at home for a family emergency or something like that, and Nicole and I kissed. Soon after, we officially, became a couple. After what felt like an eternity, I wasn't interested in Ella that much. It felt good, not feeling like cheating on my bro. And Nicole was amazing in bed. In all things related to intimacy, she was a dream come true. The fantasies she was into were mind-boggling. The things she wore, stockings, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Surprised me with wake-up, blah, blah, blah. I'm just not going to get into

that. Some nights I would think, how the fuck am I supposed to regain my appetite after this? A couple hours later, there she was again, wearing something really good looking, doing things you would lose your mind for, the places we had intimacy, and the positions we tried were pure, yeah, this gets pretty graphic, I'm going to skip a lot of this. It felt like half of my daily diet was being used for snooking at juice. I'm going to regret saying that. She would wouldn't use protection no sir where's the fun in that she says and she would always want more and more good thing i was fit and young you can't do some of the things she asked for when you're 29 i would do things um and i couldn't feel my tongue the girl was a queen there was no stopping until she said

enough wow this goes on and on i was scared shitless if there would come a time when i'm simply not enough, but she was loyal and honest as fuck. Never even floated with the other guys, let alone cheat on me. I was really skeptical at first. It's a complete opposite of what you would expect. I somehow raised the issue with a delicate, yes, curious manner. I was treading lightly. Didn't want to offend her. You're mine ain't on, and I'm yours, she told me. Nothing will change that until such a time comes that we both decide otherwise. She would furiously declare. If there ever was a woman out of a wife material, Nicole was the ultimate prototype. Her understanding of a relationship was beyond belief,

and her connection to me was unbreakable. She was so incorruptible. She was straight up hit the guys trying to chatter up in her faces. You come near me again, and I swear to God, I will use my entire boyfriend like a retractable baton and fuck you in the ass with him. That's an actual fucking quote I heard her shout at some poor kid. Holy shit.

And there I was standing like a beta F. who just won the lottery, my diamond hard, so whatever, pulsating to her commanding voice, Jesus. Then she kisses me like there's no tomorrow, finds an empty room and a house full of partying people, hangs my sock on the doorknob, and does her thing. Yeah, that was Nicole in a nutshell. So I've never imagined there would be trouble at the paradise, but come summertime, something else happened. My dad asked one of his old friends in L.A. for an internship position, on my behalf. His friend accepted me to his firm,

and while everyone was having a great time, I was supposed to work at the accounting department of this design office in L.A. This meant that I wasn't going to spend my summer satisfying Nicole, or doing anything fun for that matter. Before she went to the airport, Nicole kissed me as if we weren't going to see each other again,

like ever. You don't forget who you belong to, Mr. She told me with tearful eyes. eyes. I won't Nicole. I promise. Man, the love and care of this girl had shown me was something else. Even though I told her numerous times that I loved her and I meant it, I had this feeling that my love for her didn't even come close to what she felt towards me. You take care of yourself you here, and she left, hesitantly walking backwards to her bus to the airport. Pete had already gone home previous weekend. So, I'll have a little.

us all by myself, walking around in this college ghost town on my way back to the dorm, wanting to pack my stuff ASAP and get ready to my flight to L.A. And there she was, walking towards me. Ella, hey, sup, ain't on? She greeted me with a warm smile. Hey, Ella, I just sent off Nicole. Ah, you guys, she cried, right? With a snappy laugh. I know she cried. Ha, well, you know her, right? She loves you, on that's why. Ella reached out and struck my arm showing that she cared. For the first time in quite a while, I suddenly felt a jolt, a rush. It was like the time when I first saw her up close. As her cold hands brushed my skin, my pupils dilated, like the first sip of a morning coffee. A surge of a small dose of adrenaline hit my body. I quickly broke out of her spell. I had to. So, um, where are you off to,

Ella? Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I'll have to see my parents in L.A. What? Um, we might be on the same flight. That was the most S-word neutral thing I could think of at that time. You serious? What are you doing in L.A.? Ella asked with a delighted curiosity, her big green eyes, glimmering with excitement. I have this job my dad arranged for me. I'm not exactly going there for a vacation. I pout. Ah, don't worry, A-non. I'll keep you company. It will be. Fine, I promise. Cheerfully reassuring me, my heart skipped a beat.

Before I could say anything. Oh, look at the time. I gotta go now, but hey, see you in L.A. If not earlier, she winked at me. She waved and started walking in the other direction. After mumbling some non-intelligible verbal expressions like, hey, yeah, what? Oh, I waved at her.

And watched her disappear around the corner. And as I was trying to make sense of what just happened, Nicole's teary-eyed face kept coming into my mind. I felt like a complete asshole. What the fuck am I so excited about? I mean, Ella is my bro's girlfriend. She's best friends with my girlfriend.

What am I thinking? Why am I suddenly feeling awkward again? I try not to think about it and started walking away. The next morning was even harder for me. We were on the same bus at the airport. And when it was time to check in for our flight, We were side by side. Naturally, you can't ask to be seated elsewhere when the person you're trying to avoid is right next to you.

I couldn't believe that I was thinking about being seated elsewhere too. Ella was not only a friend. She was the only person I had to think of almost as a sister. I kept texting Nicole to make sure that I was okay, reminding myself of who I belonged to. I was scared because it wasn't helping at all, acting like everything is all right. I boarded the plane with Ella. After chatting for a bit with Ella, she fell asleep. After some time, I did too.

When I woke up, her head was on my shoulder, and my head was on hers. Her fragrant hair was all over my face. She smelled of vanilla and berries. Her gorgeous scent was so enchanting. I started getting the strongest stiffy of my life. I was unsure about what to do. Do I slowly back off? Do I keep leaning against her head?

didn't savor the moment. What the fuck am I thinking? Why is this even an issue? Now I know there must be a lot of you out there, calling me a beta F slur, but if bros before hose doesn't apply here, then where else? The only thing I was able to do was to raise my head out of her hair and sit upright as best as I could. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from her. Then as if things could have get any worse, she mumbled in her sleep and put her hand on my chest, embracing me as if she was sleeping next to Pete. Her beautiful hand was lightly hanging on to my shirt. Her cold finger tempts gently grazing my bare chest.

This is torture. Pete's voice is ringing in my ears. I love her, man. I fucking love her. The time he told me at a party, watching Ella from the other side of the room. With an admiration and love I haven't seen before on any man's face. Then I remember Nicole again.

And the discernment and the loyalty she has displayed time. and time again in the face of temptation. I felt like shit. Concentrated, W.C. clogging brick of shit. And excruciating hour later, she woke up. She blinked her eyes rapidly as she tried to sober up and yawned and stretched. I was losing my mind to the sight of her delicate body. As every muscle on her body vibrated and contracted, I was trying to force myself to look away, not notice her, but I couldn't. She looked at me with her. her sleepy green eyes. Oh, sorry, Anon. I get very untidy my sleep, she chuckled. Huh, no worries. I tried to match her chuckled nervously. Shortly after that, we landed.

Her parents came to welcome her. She introduced it me to them. They were nice people, really warm and welcoming. Her mom, after learning that I was going to be alone in L.A., invited me to their place. I kindly declined their invitation, telling that my father has already rented. an apartment for me. Well, next week, you must at least come have dinner with us then. Ella ordered. Okay, then, deal. I accepted her offer with a million questions and ideas racing in my mind. Shortly after we parted ways, I called Nicole and talked to her for an hour, trying to remind myself of who I am. And texted Pete, telling him about Ella and I were on the same flight to L.A. I hated myself for feeling that an explanation was necessary. Hey, Pete.

Don't worry, buddy. My thing down there, my pee wasn't fully erect the whole time. She used to sleep on my shoulder, sort of thing. It got hard only when she started stretching her muscles. It's right. Fuck. I settled at home. Met people at work.

It's boring, but it's okay. I'm in L.A. Lots of things to do. Lots of free time when I'm not working 9 to 5. And it's only part-time, so I only work three days a week. A week later, Ella picks me up from work. and we go to her house like I promised. And everything went better than expected.

Her parents are really cool. Lots of drinking, talking, joking around. She has a younger brother. Jake, he is 11. He is a nerd, but he is always handsome. In the same way, Ella is beautiful. Fucking little man is on his way to become a motherfucking 10 out of 10 alpha.

I start talking to him. We hit it off really well. I start playing video with him in his room. Ella joins in. I'm like, what? turns out Ella is a hardcore gamer. Then the feeling returns once more. Ella is hitting between me and Jake,

and I'm trying to hide my stiffy under a N64 controller, feeling like I'm cheating on Nicole again. I start drooling as she kicks her asses in Mario Kart. Oh well, Ella rubs Jake's head, and she turns to me and winks. I don't know what you guys were expecting. I forget how to speak English as I see her smug face next to mine, Her piercing green eyes.

Her sharp, pointing nose a couple inches away from me. Her cheeks red like apples. The rush and excitement of the game. Tiny drops of sweat rolling down on her delicate neck. My mouth is wide open. She starts laughing when she sees my dumbest-fucked face. I only play adventure games, a monkey island and such.

I try to bail out. Oh, is that right, Mr. Thirp Wood? Ella teases me. Oh, MFG, I'm about to die. Her mom calls us for dessert and coffee. I stay for another hour. Then her dad drives me back to my place. Next week, she called me and asked if I want to hang out.

I was afraid of how fast I responded, yes. She showed me the sights. We went to her favorite place, eating ice cream hanging out in cafes and shit. About a month and a half into my stay in L.A., I met a couple of her old friends. I could easily see that some of her high school boyfriends were still in her love with her,

losing their minds over how lucky they are to see her once again. Some of them even eyeballed me before Ella told them that I was just a friend. Just a friend, she said. And for no reason at all, I felt as if my heart imploded. What's wrong with what she said? Yeah, of course, I was just a friend. It wasn't like I was friends owned or anything. She had a boyfriend.

I had a girlfriend. So I was just a friend. but I was heartbroken nonetheless. We decided to go to the beach the next week. So next week, five of Elle's friends and I were at the beach, nine out of ten, ten out of girls with thongs all around us. Everyone is like who gives a shit. I was the only fuck checking out every piece of ass around us.

Ella was wearing those loose summer pants and an old XL white shirt. We find a nice spot, get settled. Then Ella starts getting undressed for the beach. And every person within a 50 feet radius starts looking. 10 out of 10 girls starts cringing. I can see how jealous they feel. Men are. I don't even know what word that is.

Then I say, fuck it. I'll have to see her body eventually. No escape. And I look at her. Just a pair of jet black bikinis. In them, the most unquestionably beautiful woman there ever was. Her wavy auburn hair streams to her broad but willowy shoulders. Sharp sunlight is glimmering on her bright green eyes.

her face is already tanned, reddish spots are formed over her soft cheeks, her petite pink lips, and her sharp small diamond chin, both moisturized by tiny droplets of sweat. The elongated and tender tendons on her neckline flows to the most beautiful and deep jugular notch, surrounded by her sharp clavicles, and then I see them. And then he starts talking about her chest area, going to get into that um they stand at attention he says amused by the incompetence of frail gravity um he gets into her chest a little bit more and he's really really admiring her and he says and i admire her chest like they have seen the most beautiful work of our ever created then i look down see her

belly and she's really lean and fits and that's just the most age appropriate just not weird way to describe Like this guy really gets into depth with all of this. Like Jesus. And he starts to talk about her crotch area. And you can imagine where that goes. And he says she's tanned. And Jesus Christ, I just keep reading this and just worse and worse words. But he is really, really loving on this girl as if you already can't tell.

And then let's continue. My eyes were fixed on Ella. Ella looks at me. She leans in with a funny smile on her face. Her breasts come closer to my face than ever before. You are staring at on, she says calmly while giggling. My face turns into a Mexican tomato plantation. She walks by me towards the ocean, looks back with a smile warmer than midday sun.

You come in and runs into the lukewarm water while bouncing her perfect body. I'm in a minute. Yeah. I wasn't about to display the. biggest tent of my life in front of everyone. She voices a snappy laugh and starts backstroking away from the beach. I sit there and start reciting the multiplication table, as if I was already with Nicole in bed trying to delay the inevitable.

Moments later, I join her. I'm sorry about that before. I apologize sheepishly. Ha, ha, don't worry about it. You should have seen Pete's face when you first saw me in underwear. And we're back to where we started. Good thing my tent is now underwater. I try to speak, but all I'm doing is keeping my mouth,

open without saying anything. Ella is laughing hysterically. Are you serious, Aynon? Serious how? Are you seriously thinking of me in my underwear right now? It comes and goes. What the fuck am I saying? Ella laughs and splashes water to my face.

Come on, underwear, boy. swim. She starts swimming. I have nothing else I do, but follow her. A few moments later, she stops swimming and turns to me. Hey, did you, uh, call Nicole? You guys talking. Yes? Buzzkill.

Yeah. Uh, why? Good. You keep doing that. Then you can imagine me and my underwear all you want. Um, okay. She chuckles like a prankster and starts swimming back. My mouth was like a keyboard with coffee spilled all over it.

I followed her back to the beach. I spent the rest of the day thinking about Nicole, thinking about Pete, and thinking about Ella. I really didn't have to. think about Ella since she was sun tanning her gorgeous body next to me. Before everybody went home, Ella asked me if I wanted to hang out with her next weekend. I accepted, naturally. After I went home, my dad called. Told me to get ready for a trip. What? Yeah, apparently I was supposed to go to Hong Kong. Turns out my dad is more connected than I previously believed. I had just a week left to spend in L.A.

Then it was time for Hong Kong. After I spoke to my dad, P. called. His voice was all fucked up. Told me that Ella broke up with her a week ago. Oh. I switched to bro mode and started calling Ella a bitch and whatnot. Dude, stop. He said calmly. She was right.

This wasn't going anywhere. How? What? Look, A-Anon. I have nothing that I can offer to her. Pete started explaining. He told me how Ella was smarter than him. and how it wasn't about relations or intimacy or being an alpha and all that shit basically like

everything else about her ella was not exactly your usual sorority girl she was in her own alpha omega fuck you club and p had nothing more than four months worth of fashion class and a few dirty jokes to show for an admission anyways thought you should know man take care and he hung up I was terrified when I realized my first thought was. Now, what do I do with Nicole? And my next. What the fuck am I supposed to do in Hong Kong? Next week, I decided to ask Ella about what happened before we went to the museum.

We meet, kiss and hug. So, Anon. She's cheerful as usual. So up, Bella, so Pete, he called me. Her head becomes apologetically heavy. Sorry for not telling you, Anon. Didn't want you to think less of me before speaking to Pete first. Why?

Ella looks at me, feeling stuck between her friendship with me and my friendship with Pete. Wasn't working, Anon. Things don't always work out. What did Pete say about me? Only good things. What did you tell him? Me, I was just trying to be a bro, I guess. Ella pouts.

Sorry for putting you in that situation. This is the first time I've seen Ella unable to drive. the conversation. She looks way too submissive. I feel bad. Hey, look, it's okay. It's not my place to say anything. I try to comfort her.

Ella looks at me, almost waiting for my approval. Then I say, let's move on, shall we? Besides, we have a date. What? Ella blushes. I realize what I've just said and how it might have been so easily misunderstood.

Okay. She doesn't push it. and saves me from my own demise. We get inside the Natural History Museum and start wandering around aimlessly without talking. Couldn't tell her that I was leaving for Hong Kong two days from now.

Both our minds are elsewhere. We get to the prehistoric section. See the dinosaur skeletons? And no, they don't walk. Then we get to the early humans or some other stuff, I don't know. I don't remember why, but we stopped in front of this Neanderthal skull on display.

We just look at it. kind of reminds me to something. You know, this looks somewhat familiar. I say without looking at Ella. Ella doesn't say anything at first, and then she busts out laughing. She loudly cracks an evil laughter in my face of the fucking hall. She looks at me with a funny evil face, with a crackled, badly impersonated, manly voice.

I am a powerful demonic force. I'm the harbinger of your doom. Let me hear you screaming terror. I'm melting right now. I remember, she gives me a warm, smile and starts laughing. I remember why that skull looks so familiar. She's fucking doing Murray from fucking Monkey Island 3. My life is complete. Everyone is looking at us like WTF is wrong with these people. I get so excited. My hands start shaking. Oh, I think I did it a bit too loud. She whispers as

she keeps chuckling. You, you play MI3? I ask her stammering. Oh, I love it, Aon. She grins. I figured you would remember Murray, you being the adventure gamer at all. I have nothing to say. At that moment, Ella stopped being a crush I could hardly admit to and turned into my life's goal I have no idea what to do with. We start talking about Monkey Island, then full throttle, Indiana Jones and the fate of Atlantis, all LucasArts games, old school adventures, we are cracking jokes, impersonating key characters,

acting out funny moments. It guides at the point of singing theme songs. That's when we realized we are sitting next to a prehistoric animal. In the middle of a museum, talking about weird games and such like nerds. Security is giving us funny looks. We laughed about it and decided to leave. It was getting late.

Sun was about a set. Hey, you know on. Come home with me. Have dinner with us again. Ella grabbed my arm and asked me cheerfully. I'd love that. And we went to her house once more. Her parents gladly welcomed me to their home.

Jake was in a summer camp or some shit. During dinner, all we could talk about was games and anime, comics, the whole nerd nine yards. Her mom and dad were giving each other smirky looks. I didn't care. I was losing my mind. Ella, the perfect girl. Ella invited me to her room. And that was the first time I've seen Ella's room.

anime posters on the walls, cute bedsheets with girly flowers and stuff, a whole bookcase full of Vidya, her neatly folded clothes everywhere, a full repertoire of fashion Pete studied to understand for a whole semester, a cute and girly elegance, and a hardcore and tombish geekdom, the best of both worlds, if there was ever such a thing. I'm out of loss for words, I declare with my mouth wide open. Chuckles and playfully punches my shoulder. Shut up. What are you expecting? Waddlewalled posters of some boy band?

Huh. No, no. I love it. I look around with a huge grin on my face. Good. Now, I'm going to beat your ass in Mario Kart again. Sit down. As she forcibly seats me on the floor and in front of a small TV, huge amounts of cute hearts gush out of all of my bodily orifices. Ella goes over to Jake's room and brings the N64, and we start playing.

This is heaven. She kicks my ass in Mario Kart again. We switch to SF. She kicks my ass yet again. Next, we try to split screen at 007. And guess what? She kicks my ass again. She fires up the PS and starts showing me MGS.

I've never played MGS until then. Yeah, don't judge okay. She starts telling me about the story, going crazy excited, shows me the controls and starts watching as I fumble around, laughs at my stupidity and ineptness every now and then. I play. in play, lose myself, immerse myself in the excellence of MGS, then I pause the game and realize that she has fallen asleep with her head on my shoulder. Her sweet vanilla and berry scent filling my lungs

once more. She looks peaceful and happy. I quit the game and put down the controller. I gently embrace her exquisite body, putting my arms behind her back and under her beautiful legs. The thin veneer of her skirt rolls back revealing her thighs. I carefully carry her to bed, tuck her in, just look at her and appreciate her unbelievable beauty for a moment. It's 3 a.m. Her parents must already be asleep. I don't have any way of returning home. I turn off the TV and the lights, grab a pack of neatly folded shirts and use them as a makeshift pillow and close. curl up on the floor. It's hard to fall asleep. The floor is too uncomfy. I hear shuffling behind me. I figured she must have been turning around in her sleep. Then I feel her hand on my back.

Then over my shoulder. And she rests it on my chest, pulling a thin sheet of blanket over both of us. Her small feet play around and curl up next to mine as she spoons me. I grab her cold hand and press it firmly against my chest. She mumbled. and plants her face at the back of my neck, and I fall asleep, madly in love. The next morning when I woke up, she was still sleeping.

During the night, we ended up facing each other. When I opened my eyes, I found myself looking at her angelic face. Her hair was all over me. Her hand was still holding onto my shirt, like the time it was back on the plane. I could feel her breath on my lips. I wanted to stay there.

More than anything, wanted to lay next to her forever and i wanted to kiss her so much but all i could think was nicole's face i carefully reached from my phone in my pocket nicole left me a text hey you wanted to surprise you before you go to hong kong i'm in l a call me when you wake up i love you smiley face oh shit i go pale my mouth dries up my heart start beating to a fight or flight moment i gently put Ella's hand down and back off without waking her up. I grab my things and exit the house without anyone noticing. I call Nicole. She tells me to meet her on Venice Beach. Grab a bite to eat on the way. Coffee to wake up. The moment I see her, I realize the mistake I've made. My hair's all messed up.

I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes. I didn't even brush my teeth and my entire body smells like Ella's perfume. It's too late. She sees me and starts running towards me and jumps in my arms. She digs her lips into my mouth, holds me tightly, starts kissing me, then she slows down, and then completely stops. Her hands and arms lose their grasp on me. Slowly she pulls away. She gently pushes me back to take a better look at me. She sees the guilt and fear on my face. Her pupils dilate.

She starts turning red. Her eyes fill with fury and anger like nothing I've seen before. her right hand pulls back and flies into my face it lands perfectly my ears start ringing my vision is blurred she doesn't talk i don't have anything to say for myself i just stay there with half of my face completely numb unable to face her unable to look her in the eyes she slowly turns around and starts walking looks back you come in she looks at me with tear-filled mad eyes I obey and start following her. We sit on a bench overlooking Venice Beach.

We sit there for a few minutes before she finally asks me. Did you sleep with her? She doesn't look at me. No. Did you kiss her? No. She stops for a moment. I realize what's coming and it's too late.

She turns to me with a face full of tears of anger. you you're in love with her i can't say anything i just sit there my head as low as it can go for how fucking long anon her voice trembles how long she asked again barely audible i don't know she hesitates for a moment and then starts talking again i should have known for the past month you were all ella could talk about anon I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wake up to the shock of this revelation. She talked to you about me? I asked her, with a skeptical and messed up face.

Yeah. She opens her eyes wide, sarcastically. Can you believe that? You became her number one friend, her confidant, her BFF. She violently finger quotes her snappish remark. I don't have anything to say to Nicole. And I can't be angry at her for getting close to you, Anon.

She stopped. But you. She gets close to my face and puts her index finger sharply to my chest. You should have known better. Tabbing my chest with her finger. Answer me, Anon, she whispers. Answer me. What?

I turned to her. She jumped back with a surprise. This was the first time she has seen me scream at anyone. let alone her. What do you want me to say, Nicole, that I love her, that I care for her, that no matter how I feel about you, I can control how I also feel about her, that even when you and I were just friends and Ella was with Pete, I couldn't help but feel a strong desire for her. Nicole didn't talk.

She just stood there and watched me talk with a heartbroken face. What do you want me to say, Nicole? What do you want me to say? that the first thing I felt was relief when Pete told me that she broke up with him. Okay, she whispered and stared into the distance. We continued to talk, getting angry at each other at times, but it was more upsetting than vexing. After an hour of furious argument, we were tired.

Even when pissed off, Nicole didn't hold back her love for me. She got close to me and put her head on my shoulder. and we started watching the sunset. You know what, Anon? She spoke kindly, like a whisper. There isn't enough intimate tricks in the world to keep you away from Ella. I froze.

I felt like a sharp object has been pierced through my chest. And there isn't enough small jokes, bouquets of flowers, or boxes of chocolates that Pea can come to her door with. She sighed. so he can hold on to Ella. I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe,

and it's all right, no matter what we do, you guys were made for each other. She spoke as she gave it into reality. So you go ahead. I told you that you were mine until we both decided otherwise. And we both decided otherwise.

You know that. I sat there with Nicole's head. on my shoulder, staring blankly into the crowd of people on Venice Beach, knowing that there's no amount of rights I can make to fix the wrong I did her. The person who loves me so blindly, so vigorously, that even in the moment of her defeat, she still wanted what was best for me. Just do one last thing for me, she whispered. I turned my face to her and kissed her with a passion like I never have. She held my face in her small hands and broke our bond.

Go, she said, trying to hold back her tears. Go before I changed my mind. Go. She started to cry. Holding her hand, I got up. I hesitantly started stepping away. Our arms stretched and reached their length as our fingertips graze each other and broke away.

I started walking backwards, looking at her, realizing what I have done. feeling like shit. Nicole wasn't looking at me. Her head dropped, the palms of her hands were trying to hide the tears. She was quietly sobbing. I gasped for air and forced myself away from her. Try not to think about it. Running away like an asshole.

I must have walked for three hours. Not knowing what to do. It was getting late. I finally made my decision. I hailed a cab and gave the driver Ella's home address. I arrive at Ella's house. I approach her door. Not knowing what to do. I ring the bell. The door stops. My heart stops when I see her. She lowers the cell phone from her ear. Looks at me. That was Nicole. She shakes the phone in her hand. Her beautiful green eyes are bloodshot. Tears running down her face. She closes the door. Ella, I breathlessly shriek. I turn my back to her door. I start walking and then collapse.

I start crying like a bitch. This is just too much. First Nicole and now Ella. The door quietly clicks open again. The afternoon sun casts a shadow over me. The shadow eagerly waits. What did you... What did she say to you?

I can barely speak. They love me more than her. You stupid fuck. A cold hand grasped. my collar and pulls me with force. I stumble and walk to Ella's door, following her stern pace. Tears and snout on my face, ugly as fuck, as I pass through the doorway, she turns around, violently slams the door with a flick of her hand and pins me to the shut door with force, stuff's my face with her lips. My heart is beating like a jackhammer. She just stays frozen.

Her lips nailed to mind, her chilled hands hanging from my collar. Her intense kiss gently becomes tender and she stops kissing me. Clumsily wipes from my wet face with her hands, sporadically chuckling her heart out while crying tears of joy. You look like shit, she laughs nervously. I smile and laugh. Come on, you need a shower. She drags me to her bathroom and gives me fresh towels. I take a shower for an hour, trying to calm my nerves, trying to make sense to this calamity. I take way longer than usual, knowing that when I get out, I'll have to face her and have a talk. I finally get out and wrap myself with her towels.

Go to her room. Ella is in her PJs. Her hair is wet. She must have had a shower too. She's sitting on her bed all curled up, holding onto her legs. She has a deeply concerned look on her face. I sit next to her and stare at the wall, expecting a million questions.

She simply says, go ahead. Say it. I don't understand. I mean, say what? Say it. She tells me again with a calm voice. I love you. Good.

She puts her hands on my face and her lips on mine and gives me the warmest, most gentle kiss I could have imagined. We fall back to the bed. She embraces me. While her freezing hands crests my skin like ice, her hot soft lips brush against my face like a velvet cloth. I hold her tightly. She opens her arms and lays back. presents herself to me with an innocent smile on her face

I take my time and study with her I don't want to rush anything my parents are gone for the day we're all alone she sings playfully and then you know where this is going and I'm not going to read this anymore because this is a lot of

physical stuff and yeah they get freaky majorly freaky and I'm not reading this because we're just not that have a channel This is a sad and scary stories channel And so, yeah, geez, I'm just reading through this skimming through.

Nope, not going to read this. But apparently they love it. Obviously, this guy's in love with her. O.P.'s in love with her. And Ella seems to like him. I can't tell off of Ella. But then it was almost done when they woke up. Ella woke up with me.

Not to tell you something, I told her. She looked at me. scared and upset I have to go to Hong Kong for two months today I won't be able to spend the rest of the summer with you whatever she was expecting

hearing this news relieved her she sighed and planted a passionate kiss on my cheek it's okay we'll see each other in school she whispered to me softly after all I have you now I couldn't have been happier Hong Kong seemed like a punishment

after everything that has happened but I knew Ella would wait for me. Ella sent me away, convinced me that if we spent even more time, or if she would come to LAX to see me off, the distance and time would be even harder to bear. I agreed. As I was dragging my feet to leave her, I kissed her so much. She had to physically push me away, giggling with a sleepy face. Go now. Go or you will miss your flight. I went home, hastily packed my bags, and left for the airport. All I could think of was her. The cab driver had to ask me where to like three times. After I landed and got settled in Hong Kong,

we started talking on Skype. It was new back then and the connection was shitty, but it was way better than nothing. Every day we would talk sometimes for hours. There was so much time difference. I was almost an entire day ahead of L.A. But we made it work. Our intimacy was not limited to just intimacy in real life.

And our friendship was more than just ambiguous flirting. The things we shared, the moments we lived, even though they were digital and thousands of miles apart. I was still in heaven. A month later, I came home from work one day, and there was no response to my calls. I figured she must be busy, or out, or something else came up. Didn't think much of it and went on with the rest of my day. Next day, same thing.

Well, unless you are a seriously paranoid person, you don't think of worst-case scenarios until your buddy calls you. I didn't remember how I responded to that. I still don't. I only know what Pete, mom, and dad told me. Turns out, I dropped the phone and was unreachable for an hour. Don't know what happened in that hour.

Then they say that I called my folks. By then Pete told them already and they knew I wasn't going to be able to make my way back on my own. As I was speaking to or screaming to mom, dad was already buying plane tickets. I didn't realize my mom was crying on the phone, knowing her son was in so much panic and she was unable to help me.

I was screaming so much, my voice was all but gone. At some point, my dad picked up the phone, trying to calm me down. Years later, I asked him once, just once, what happened that day? Never seen a man that white as he told me what happened. How terrified he was over how I was feeling. I asked him because the only thing I could remember was Pete telling me, she's gone.

She's gone. I talked to Pete one more time before dad arrived. That I do remember. You go numb after so much pain and start behaving like a robot. He knew I was going to be at the ceremony with him. We talked about things no one wants to know.

But you just have to know. Like what happens to a car traveling at 60 miles an hour when it gets rear-ended by another car. start spinning and stops when it wraps around a telephone pole there was nothing anyone would want to look at no open casket just a box while her family is burning ella i was on a plane back to the states didn't have the power to go to l a and be there with her family didn't want to go back to college and be all by myself i just wanted to go home a year's passed since Ella's death.

Mom and dad were trying to play cool. Pete was the only one keeping me sane. He too was affected by Ella's passing. But he was stronger. He didn't love Ella the way I did. Nicole was keeping her distance, avoiding me as best as she could. On the anniversary of her death, I decided to visit Ella's grave.

Got on a plane to L.A. I still remember the first time I walked through those cemetery gates. It's never easy to visit the dead. I found her and stayed there for an hour, just crying, not knowing what to say. I'm not a religious person, and I don't believe in the afterlife. I had this feeling inside me that no matter what I said, she wasn't there to see or here. After a while, a boy walked up to me. Her brother.

Young Jake, too, came to visit her sister. we hugged you should come and visit my folks anon they'll be happy to see you i accepted as kind of invitation when we arrived at their home the air was thick filled with sorrow her mother smiled when she saw me held me in her arms as if i was her own blood oh am i so happy to see you she cried they were relieved they didn't have to be alone that day ella's father was already half drunk but he was joyful when we started talking about Ella. Jake was sitting between his mom and dad. They wouldn't let go of his hands the entire time, drawing power from knowing that they were not alone and that Jake is still here. After talking about Ella, reminiscing what little time I was able to spend with her,

her mom showed me into Ella's room. The room was left untouched. Nothing was changed since I've been there more than a year ago. Even her neatly folded clothes were still on her chair, her video archived, her anime posters on the wall. Her mom opened a drawer and took out a CD case and a letter and handed them to me. I believe this is it for you, Anon. She put them into my violently shaken hands. She kisses me on the forehead and left the room. I sat on the bed, the bed in which we had the chance to spend a single night together. A single night. I looked at the CD case and immediately burst into tears I was holding back before. Crying my eyes out, I started reading her letter. The letter she couldn't send to Hong Kong.

Pick related letter in the CD case and we'll get into those in just a moment. After I read the letter, I was in the fetus position on her bed, crying. The love and the loss were too much. Someone slowly sat next to me. and I felt a familiar hand on my face. I put my head on her lap while Nicole caressed my hair and calm me down. I'm here, she whispered. And hugged me as she too, quietly cried. And then the OP post two pictures, one of the curse of Monkey Island and the inside,

and then a picture of the letter. And let's read the letter that Ella was supposedly going to send to the OP. It reads, I miss you. And I'm cheerfully assuming that you miss me too, smiley face. But surprise, I got something for you. Unfortunately, this was the only copy I could find.

It's a pirated version I got from ex-Bulgarian guy on eBay. He works just fine. If you get bored and tour longing becomes unbearable, imagine yourself in the Caribbean's, and I'll help you save Eakin from the curse. Love from LA. Your hooray. Ella.

And then the final post from the OP reads as follows. Next semester. Nicole and I got closer. She stopped avoiding me and we became friends again. She understood what I've been through. And although I've broken her heart, she knew I didn't mean to. She knew how much I loved Ella.

She knew the love I felt for Ella didn't mean I didn't value her. Two years later, we started dating again. Moved to Chicago together. Another two years after that, we got married. And I slowly forgot about Ella. While organizing old stuff at our house, I came across Ella's letter and the MI3 CD case. When I started feeling bad, she convinced me to write the story down so I could get it off my chest.

I don't want to read it, she said with a sad face. It'll be too much for me, but you have to write it down. Her love and care were heavenly. You need this, Anon. I accepted. Last night, after I finished writing my story, Nicole convinced me to frame Ella's ladder. I looked at her. I was almost about a cry.

She gently held my face in her hands. It's good to remember, Anon. And she planted a tender kiss on my lips. She was a good person. You loved her, and she loved her. loved you. I don't even know what to say. I framed the letter and put it on my nightstand. We got under the blankets on a cold winter night. We cuddled. She embraced me and placed her head on my chest and softly whispered into my ear. Your mind ain't on. And I'm yours. And as I've said

before, she was almost asleep with an amorous smile on her face. Until such a time comes, we both decide otherwise, nothing will change that. And I fell asleep next to the woman I loved, embracing the woman that loves me. And this is the end of my story. And I can kind of see why people call it the one of the greatest green texts of all time. I mean, just such an emotional roller coaster. Starts out with him loving her and then it ends out working.

out and the day they do the deed he leaves and then she dies in a horrible car accident. Just wow. And it just feels so real to me and true because, I mean, most people during a traumatic time can't remember the details. And during the details, he couldn't portray it that well. So it seemed very true to me, very authentic and very sad. But just wow. That's just a crazy story.

I mean, this was not a, not a usual snook scary story for you, but it's a green text classic, so I thought I had to read it for you guys. And I found a interesting post of someone saying, taking a look at the Ballad of Ella, true story or fake. And so we're going to get into that for everyone who thinks that's a fake story versus true.

So let's get into this post. Someone says, in case you have not read the Ballad of Ella yet, I highly recommend you do so. Now, if you did, you might wonder whether or not that story truly happened. While I cannot say so without certainty, I did try my best to find out, as there didn't seem to be any information in that regard. Let's start with what information we have. The original post was from 2015, and Anon said 10 years ago when he was 19 and a freshman,

it might be he is referring to the start of the story, freshman year being 10 years ago, or the second semester, i.e. the start of the story being 10 years ago. Depending on that, the year Ella died would be either 2005 or 2006. Pete had taken fashion classes for four months. Summer came, Anon and Ella spent about two months together in L.A. At one point, he writes, that night, Ella wasn't a couple months old friend. It's safe to assume the timeframe of the story is about half a year. That puts Ella's death somewhere between the end of June and the end of August.

She died in a car accident in California. somewhere in or around Los Angeles. As Anon seemed to lodge so far from Ella's place, he had to be picked up and dropped off every time with no other option. We cannot be 100% sure it was Los Angeles. Finally, we cannot be sure that Ella was her real name. Even though it was on the letter, it might be short for Elizabeth or other similar names.

What we were looking for? A young 18 to 21 year old with a possible nickname Ella who died in a car accident in 2005 or 2006 in California. Give them props so far. This is crazy detective work. And then he continues saying, looking for Los Angeles car accident's death 2005 or fatal car accident Los Angeles 2015 yields no success. Narrowing the search to articles from the years 2005 to 2006 doesn't turn up anything useful either. Neither does including all of California.

Browsing obituaries for the year 2005 will show that no Ella under 35 died. neither did one in 2004, 2006, or 2007. Given she might not actually be named Ella, I started looking into death records of people aged 18 to 21 who died in California. Lo and behold, about 200 people between 18 and 21 found their untimely death in 2005, but not one of them bears a name you can short it to Ella, save for two Michelle's who died on the 10th of August to 18, but was cremated and had no brother and said she had a half-year-old.

and said she had a half-dozen sisters, which already rules her out. And another Michelle, who died end of July 2005, problem with her is that she doesn't appear anywhere else. No car accident news, no obituary, nothing. Also, the story makes no mention of a birthday, which is important because this Ella would have had hers a week later. All that and the fact that she was only 17, a bit too young to go off state to university, makes it unlikely this is the stories Ella. Death records for 2006 yielded about 250 kids between 18 and 21 who died. Only one of them could have had a name that would fit Ella.

That person was, last name was Elizabeth, age 21, who died on August 29th in a car accident. Though it was no perfect match in the story, Anon was told that Ella had died or been rear-ended by another car. while this Ella was hit by a wrong way driver. It can, however, very well be said that she tried to evade the oncoming car, which led to it hitting the rear, spinning her into a telephone pole. I'd count that as rear ending. Did I mention this was in the interstate?

Ella was hit at 60 miles an hour. Either way, both accidents ended in a way where an open casket doesn't seem like an option. She also had a sister, not a brother from what I found, which is a detail too big to get wrong. Conclusively, it can be said that the story might actually be true. Unlikely, yes, but there is a person who would fit Ella's age, time, and the cause of death. Personally, I thought it was fake until I went back and took a closer look at the time the original post was made, which made me question if the events really took place in 2005.

The person fits nearly all of the criteria so well that even though Ella, as a person, seems impossible, I cannot deny the possibility of the story being true. I doubt it, though. And so, I mean, a lot of you guys were going to speculate in the comments either way. So that kind of shorns it. Someone did the research. But I didn't mean to, you know, jump the gun so fast. I'm not trying to be disrespectful to Ellis death or speculate on it.

But I just thought it was going to be, I just thought it was worth adding. So you guys didn't need to do it in the comments. But very different. story than usual. I mean, it was more like a romance novel for 95% of it. So did you guys enjoy it? Did you guys not enjoy it? What were your guys's thoughts? I just thought it was a very good story and I thought it was worth the read because it was just so different than usual. I mean, it was not a sad story or not a scary story per se, but it was definitely a sad story. And I just thought it was a great story to be honest. But her death just came out of nowhere and was so

crushing. And the O.P was a great writer. I mean, the dialogue was great. the descriptions of the girls was a little bit weird, but what can you do? It's 4chan after all. But yeah, people classify that as one of the greatest green texts ever. So comment down below if you haven't heard it before. I've never read it before. So that was new for me, hopefully new for you. And if you enjoyed this video, please like the video, subscribe to the channel,

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