Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - From Skylink to Sandstorms A Bumpy but Tasty Final Flight into El Paso, Texas PART3 #3

Episode Date: August 29, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #aviationstories #flighttales #ElPaso #sandstorm #traveladventures  This part narrates a turbulent yet memorable flight experience from Skylink, marked by unexpected sandstorms and the comfort of good food. Despite the challenges of weather and turbulence, the journey captures moments of resilience, humor, and anticipation as the traveler nears the final destination of El Paso, Texas. It reflects on how even difficult flights can hold moments of warmth and connection.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, aviationstories, Skylink, ElPaso, sandstorms, turbulence, finalflight, traveljourney, airportstories, flightfood, adventure, resilience, humor, anticipation, travel

Ella and Tanya, weary but buzzing with anticipation, had two hours to kill at DFW Airport. Stokon-Trent felt like a lifetime ago, and El Paso, the final destination in their epic journey, was finally within reach. Their flight, American Eagle, was departing from Gate B-42. Sky Link Ella exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. We have to ride it. Tanya, ever agreeable, nodded. Sounds good.

Might as well see the airport. They ascended the escalators, and as they reached the top, the familiar chime of the sky link echoed through the terminal. Ella grinned. That's it. That's the sound of Dallas now. I'll always think of Dallas when I hear that. They boarded the train and rode the entire outer loop, mesmerized by the sprawling airport landscape. Back at their starting point, Tanya suggested, let's head.

towards Terminal B, then. But as they walked, a dazzling display of shops diverted their attention. They found themselves in Terminal D, which looked like a sophisticated, miniature mall. It's almost European. Ella breathed, admiring the sleek storefronts. They gravitated towards the duty-free shop, succumbing to the lure of exotic perfumes, chocolates, and souvenirs. Armed with their purchases, they finally made their way to Terminal B. I'm starving, Tanya declared, her stomach rumbling. Let's grab something before we bored, Ella suggested. Their eyes landed on Dickie's barbecue pit.

Barbecue. We've never had proper American barbecue, Tanya realized. British Fair was their usual. Ella ordered a brisket sandwich with creamy mac and cheese. The first bite was a revelation. Oh my God, she exclaimed, her taste. Buds doing a happy dance. The smoky, tender brisket and rich, cheesy Mac were unlike anything she'd ever tasted. Tanya, equally captivated by her own barbecue, agreed. Dad always said

Texas barbecue was amazing. There's nothing like this back in Alcigar, no barbecue places at all. She added as she sipped her drink, and Dr. Pepper tastes different here. Ella, noticing her own Sprite, concurred. It does. Fueled and happy, they headed to Gate B-42. Their aircraft was waiting, a surprisingly small CRJ-700. Wow, a tiny plane. Ella exclaimed, never having flown on anything like it. Tanya shared her surprise. Ella pulled out her phone. I have to call Mom. She chatted excitedly, telling her mother about their Texan adventures and their impending flight to El Paso. Tanya followed suit, calling her dad. Ella's mother told her to call her after landing in El Paso. Just then, a gate agent made an announcement. Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing a slight

delay. The air conditioning is not functioning properly on this aircraft, and the lavatory is out of order. A collective groan rippled through the gate area. Ella overheard a woman in a large hat mutter, it's always the El Paso flights. A strange feeling settled in Ella's stomach. This feels like a weird flight, doesn't it? She whispered to Tanya. Tanya agreed. The delay stretched to 87 minutes. Finally, boarding commenced. Because of the small plane, they would need to gate-check their carry-ons.

Ella and Tanya were seated just behind the wing. As they settled into their seats, Ella couldn't help but be fascinated. It looks so cool in here, she exclaimed. The plane was packed, every seat occupied. As the departure preparations were completed, Ella emitted three enormous, uncovered sneezes, spraying the air and the seat in front of her with a fine mist of saliva. The person in the seat in front turned around and said, Bless you, in Spanish.

Gracious, Ella replied automatically, her Chilean heritage kicking in. The air around her now reeked of a peculiar combination of honey and saliva. Tanya grimaced, wishing she knew what Ella said. The bell on the jet bridge rang, signaling its withdrawal. The flight attendant lifted the stairs door. The whining sound of the plane came on. Ella smiled and so did Tanya. The plane pushed back, and as the engines roared to life, Tanya's thoughts drifted to the fun that awaited them in El Paso. From strolling the shops at Salana to exploring the Utep campus, she was brimming with excitement. The plane taxied to the runway, and the takeoff was surprisingly bumpy, like a rickety roller coaster.

They took off northward and turned west. As they flew, Ella pointed out the endless fields of windmills. Texas is actually beautiful. It reminds me of England. But as they crossed over Midland, the landscape transformed into a vast, arid desert. The flight attendant then donned a kitchen apron and tied it behind her back. I've never seen a flight attendant wear an apron before, Ella whispered. Tanya shook her head in agreement.

They got their sodas. As the descent began, the turbulence intensified. It was an incredibly bumpy ride. Ella felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She grabbed the air sickness bag from the seat pocket and threw up. I've never experienced a landing like this, she gasped, filming the jarring descent with her phone. El Paso looked so desolate, Tanya commented as they peered through the window. Dallas was so much prettier.

Ella agreed. The wheel screeched as they hit the runway and pulled into gate A-1. They de-plained and walked to baggage claim. The conveyor belt word to life, and they were. retrieved their luggage. Ella and Tanya called their parents and headed outside. A wave of polluted air assaulted their senses. I can feel ozone in my lungs, Ella said, coughing.

Tanya nodded. My lungs feel weird too. The cacophony of police whistles and blaring horns added to the unsettling atmosphere. What kind of place is this? Ella wondered aloud. Dallas was way better. They hailed an Uber and headed to their Airbnb and Ridgeview Estates, their destination Franklin Ridge Drive. Stay tuned for the next chapter, their El Paso fun and adventures.

To be continued.