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Sorry, Axe.

2 1/2 years ago I moved to Bloomington, IN.

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 the 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 3 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 the 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, etcetera.

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 attics walls were 100% unfinished aside from a few barely hanging panels of drywall.

Yet the 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 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 have been no children in the house for much longer than that.

The board also had it 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 attics 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've gotten 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 in 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 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 odor's 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 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 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 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 40s slash 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°F, and that I 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 brushed it aside.

I began leaving it.

Open at night but found it hard to sleep.

When I did finally fall asleep I had 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 4 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 are all bothered by that room.

In mid spring we got another roommate, a kid I've 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.

He began to stay over more immediately.

N began to complain about the cold spot and how it was poor insulation.

He also complained how his dog didn't like to be in his room and blame 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 rapping 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 bought a few over the spring home and let my 2 pack 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, 5 of them, and built in, run and were filled with feces, horse, cow muck and trash.

2 stalls were full of horse tack, buckets, bags of trash, etcetera.

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 and 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 was odd.

The saws 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 2 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 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 holes.

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 neighbors 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 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 neckbeard.

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 T 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 N basically not being there and acted like he wasn't 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 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&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 11:00 PM, to find T digging through the shed.

T&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 hadn't moved was thanks to carpooling.

One could argue he 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 pickaxe 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 pickaxe 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 never used our hay loft 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 that she 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 2 chickens at the time who had a 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'll 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 let 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 lead rope, 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 a 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 jumpy 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 the 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.

3rd 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 use the other barn.

When it 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.

Be 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&T were fighting like cats and dogs and T eventually left.

I came home 1 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.

Death 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.

Is spooked 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 claims 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've 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 like 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 of 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 Barnes got so many problems or why the attic does F sleeving.

Moving in with Al says that 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 armored us.

And Slenderman isn't haunting us.

We're just, we're just tired of it.

My TV randomly turns itself off at night, only to turn back on and wake me up on different channels.

My windows open.

It's always drafty and cold.

It's 1000 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 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 O 9 and I've got about 40K paid off on the place, 10K down payment plus about 20 K in payments plus a 10K present FS rich Jewish dad gave me.

I've got 2 interested parties who like it for the 33 acres to 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 Opie 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 mother fucker 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 the 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 fiance 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, 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 OP 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&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 OP finally says good night and good luck and finally comments.

If I can't sell the place and I 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 going to 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.

Ah well that was a boring story and I kind of understand that but once again this is true.

4 Chan'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, I, I think the ending there was disturbing.

I mean, he called the old homeowner and she's like someone committed.

S word 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 these 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 home owner and she says someone commended S word in your closet and you never knew.

And there's always weird shit happening with the closet.

I mean, that is just, it's 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 OP 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 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.

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 texts of all time, so you'll want to stick around.

And without further ado, let's get into The Ballad of Ella.

This is my story BB 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 pee in 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 pointer 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 Pete a solid 5 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 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 stuck 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 following her like pervs, or maybe it was something else.

Halfway to the cafeteria, she just stopped and turned towards us.

We committed.

Lee 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 our 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 2 digit Iqs at that moment.

And there she was in all of her glory.

Like I said, 59.

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, and 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 for pie if he 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 the 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 edged 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 sites 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, 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 them 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're not sure, chubby.

And also we were not the most popular kids in high school.

We are definitely not social cast outs 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 save the world from a new regime all by myself and still wouldn't be able to impress her.

I was a hopeless Efsler.

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 slurs 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 the hallway, staring at her like we're 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 that 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 dressed like trailer trashes, Ella was always amazing in her choice of clothes.

Our room was filled with additions of Vogue and GQ and shit.

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 at material and got away with it.

One day people woke up and turned to me.

I'm ready, he said like Neo saying I know Kung Fu and 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.

I don't know, man.

I, 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 that's that's.

Great man Damn we are beta F slurs.

Yeah, but what if she thinks I'm 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 you, Ella.

And we watched Ella walking away from us gracefully until she disappeared in the distance, still looking at her general direction as if we could still see her.

Dude, your sister is 7.

Yeah, I know.

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 develop this manly handshake and establish 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.

He 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.

OK then.

After our economy class, I gave Pete some time, then join 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 circa De Soleil.

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 force ourselves 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.

Cotton headlights.

Guys, I 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 sort of 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 and I got you now attitude and then older sisters love.

I melt.

For how long have you guys practice that stupid handshake?

She asks.

We start blushing like 5 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 OK.

And on she smiles.

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, it's really OK 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's 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.

He 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 OK Pete LS ES 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 as she talks.

So.

So I'm going to, I'm going to give you a chance.

Go ahead, 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.

Well, do you?

Do you want to grab a cup of coffee with me after school?

Ella smiles that I've been playfully nods with her eyes closed.

I would love that, Pete.

And she chuckles and I sit there like a efsler, thinking of asking can I come too?

Ella is beyond words to me and I feel stupid and powerless near her.

Thank you, he barely makes any sense, I can't imagine being in his place right now.

Get in 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've 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 56, 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.

9 out of 10 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 show for all I care.

No matter the situation, Ella was always the one you looked at first.

But yeah, Nicola 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 and Ella 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 fantasy 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 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 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 flirted 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 made 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 would straight up hit the guys trying to chat her 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 slur 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 in a house full of partying people, hangs my sock on the door knob and does her think, 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 LA 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 LA.

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.

I want Nicole, I promise man.

The love and care 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 here.

And she left hesitantly, walking backwards to her bus to the airport.

Pete had already gone home previous weekend, so I was 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 right into my flight to LA.

And there she was, walking towards me.

Ella.

Hey Sup Aignon.

She greeted me with a warm smile.

Hey Ella, I just sent off Nicole, you guys.

She cried, right?

With a snappy laugh.

I know she cried.

Well, you know her, right?

She loves you.

Ain't on, that's why.

Ella reached out and stroked my arm, showing that she cared for the first time in quite a while, and 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.

The surge of a small dose of adrenaline hit my body.

I quickly broke out of her spell.

I had to.

So where you off to, Ella?

Oh, I'm, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

Off to see my parents in LA.

What?

We might be on the same flight.

That was the most S word.

Neutral.

Thing I could think of at that time.

Are you serious?

What are you doing in LA?

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, ain't on, 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 got to go now.

But hey, see you in LA, 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 OK, reminding myself of who I belong 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 and 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 hoes 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 couldn't 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 temps 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 WC clogging brick of shed.

An 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 sleepy green eyes.

Oh, sorry, ain't on, I get very untidy in my sleep.

She chuckled.

Huh, no worries.

I tried to match her chuckle 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 LA, 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.

OK 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 Lai.

Hated myself for feeling that an explanation was necessary.

Hey Pete, don't worry buddy.

My my thing down there.

My pee pee wasn't fully erect the whole time, she was sleeping on my shoulder sort of thing.

It got hard only when she was started stretching her muscles and it's I Fuck.

I settled at home, met people at work.

It's boring but it's OK.

I'm in LA, lots of things to do, lots of free time when I'm not working.

9:00 to 5:00 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 becoming a motherfucking 10 out of 10A.

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 AN64 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 pointy 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, Monkey Island such I try to bail out.

Oh, is that right Mr.

Thurpwood?

Ella teases me OMFG 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 shed.

About a month and 1/2 into my stay in Lai 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 friend zoned 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 5 of Elle's friends and I were at the beach.

9 out of 1010 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.

Not going to get into that.

They stand at attention.

He says, amused by the incompetence of frail gravity.

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 art 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 it.

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'm 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 in 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, I, 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 he 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?

So serious.

How are you seriously thinking of me in my underwear right now?

It 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 to do but follow her.

A few moments later she stops swimming and turns to me.

Hey, did you call Nicole?

You guys talking?

Yes.

Buzzkill.

Yeah.

Why good you keep doing that then you can imagine me in my underwear all you want, OK?

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 suntanning 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 LA, then it was time for Hong Kong.

After I spoke to my dad, Pete 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, this wasn't going anywhere.

How what?

Look ain't on.

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 Pete 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.

What's up, Anon?

She's cheerful as usual.

What's up, Ella?

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.

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 OK, 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 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.

OK.

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 2 days from now.

Both our minds are elsewhere.

We get to the prehistoric section, see the dinosaur skeletons, and now 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 of something, you know, This looks somewhat familiar.

I say without looking at Ella.

Ella doesn't say anything at 1st 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.

Three.

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 MI three?

I ask her, stammering.

Oh I love it, Aynon.

She grins.

I figured you would remember Murray, you being the adventure gamer and 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.

When we start talking about Monkey Island, then Full Throttle, Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis, all Lucas Arts games, old school adventures, we are cracking jokes, impersonating key characters, acting out funny moments.

It got to 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 has given us funny looks.

We laughed about it and decided to leave.

It was getting late.

Son was about a set.

Hey anyone 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 9 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 bed sheets with girly flowers and stuff.

A whole bookcase full of vidya, her neatly folded clothes everywhere.

A full repertoire, a Fashion Pete study to understand for a whole semester.

A cute and girly elegance, and a hardcore and tomboyish geekdom.

The best of both worlds, if there was ever such a thing.

I'm I'm at a loss for words.

I declare with my mouth wide open.

Ella chuckles and playfully punches my shoulder.

Shut up.

What were you expecting, waddle wall posters of some boy band?

Huh?

No, I, 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 double O 7 and guess what?

She kicks my ass again.

She fires up the PS and start showing me MGS.

I've never played MGS until then.

Yeah, don't judge, OK?

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 and 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 feeling 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 3:00 AM.

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 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 Mumbles and plants her face to 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.

I 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 LA.

Call me when you wake up.

And I love you :) 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 with it, 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 coffin to wake up.

The moment I see her, I realize the mistake I've made.

My hair is 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 filled 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 asks 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 a non.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I wake up to the shock of this revelation.

She.

She.

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.

Tapping 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't 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.

OK.

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 whisperer.

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 Pete 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 you.

Know no, 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're 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 to.

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 change 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 grazed 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 the cab and gave the driver Ella's home address.

I arrived at Ella's house and I approached 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 doors quietly clicks open again.

The afternoon sun cast a shadow over me.

The shadow eagerly waits.

What did you?

What did you say to you?

I can barely speak.

They love me more than her, you stupid fuck.

A cold hand grabs my collar and pulls me with force.

I stumble and walk to Ella's door, following her stern pace, tears and snot 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, stuffs 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 crush 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 that we're just not that have a channel.

It's just scary.

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, Opie'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 OK, 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 more even more time or if she would come to LAX to see me off, the distance in 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 3 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 LA.

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 that 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 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 was 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 her on 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 LA 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 has 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 the plane to Lai.

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 hear.

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 ain't on, They'll be happy to see you.

I accept it as kind of devitation.

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 my, 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 in her chair.

Her video archived her anime posters on the wall.

Her mom opened a drawer and took out ACD case and a letter and handed them to me.

I believe those are for you.

Ain't on.

She put them into my violently shaking 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 and 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 calmed me down.

I'm here.

She whispered and hugged me as she too quietly cried.

And then the OP post 2 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 hope you're doing well in Hong Kong, and I miss you and I'm.

Cheerfully assuming that you miss me too :) but surprise, I got something for you.

Unfortunately, this was the only copy I could find.

It's a pirated version I got from X 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 MI 3.

CD case.

When I started feeling bad, she convinced me to write the story down so I can 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 ain't on.

I accepted.

Last night, after I finished writing my story and Nicole convinced me to frame Ella's letter, I looked at her.

I was almost about to 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 you.

I don't even know what to say.

I framed the letter and put it on my night stand.

We got under the blankets on a cold winter night.

We cuddled.

She embraced me and placed her hand on my chest and softly whispered into my ear.

You're mine 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 bolt aside, 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, it's 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 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, IE 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 LA.

At one point, he writes that night, Ella wasn't a couple months old, friend.

It's safe to assume the time frame 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 a non seem to lodge so far from Ellis Place, he has 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 were you 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 him props.

So far this is crazy detective work.

And then he.

Continues saying looking for a Los Angeles car accident death 2005 or fatal car accident Los Angeles 2005 Teen 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 shorten to Ella, save for two Michelles who died on the 10th of August at age 18 but was cremated and had no brother and said she had a half dozen sisters which already rolls 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.

All 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 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 pose 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 shortens 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 in the comments but.

Very, 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 OP 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 a it's 4 Chan 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.

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