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She Said Her Name Was Eleanor
I recently went through a nasty breakup, and a group of my friends, including my brother, decided that I needed some cheering up. Despite my very loud and very clear protests, I was outvoted.
The plan was simple. We were going camping near the local beach. I went there a day early because there wouldn’t have been enough room in the car anyway, and having some peace and quiet before being surrounded by a bunch of people would do me good. At the campsite, I set up my tent, got everything ready, and went out to explore the area. I put on some music and headed out.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about what I had done wrong to get dumped. I came across a sign that said “NO TRESPASSING,” but it looked like it had been painted by children. I wanted to take a closer look when someone suddenly touched my shoulder.
I screamed in fright and took my headphones out of my ears. It was some elderly couple. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were two hundred years old combined.
“Son, turn around and go back. You have no business being here.”
“Jesus, you scared me half to death. Why can’t I go in there? What’s there?”
“It’s a dangerous area. You’re in danger there,” the old man said, and then immediately asked me where I had come from.
I honestly told him I was staying at the campsite and just wanted to clear my head. He introduced himself as Carl, and the woman as his wife, Nora. They apparently lived not far from the campsite. I talked with them for a while. They were a nice couple.
When we said goodbye, I pretended to be heading back to the campsite, but as soon as I saw them disappear from sight, I turned around and went back to the sign.
I know it wasn’t exactly the smartest decision. But when someone is at rock bottom and has nothing to lose, they tend to keep pushing their boundaries further and further.
I walked past the sign and continued for a while. I eventually reached a cliff. It was probably the most beautiful place I had ever seen. It wasn’t very high, but the view of the ocean was incredible. If I wanted to, I could have jumped straight into the sea and gone for a swim. If those two old people meant this place when they talked about danger, then I was glad I hadn’t listened to them.
Then a figure emerged from the sea.
“Could you help me up?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, leaning down.
It was a girl. She had light blue eyes like the sea with the sun shining on it and medium-length blonde hair. She was beautiful. But when she smiled, she suddenly seemed completely different.
When I pulled her up, she introduced herself as Eleanor.
“I’m Matt,” I said.
She walked a few steps away and pulled some clothes out from behind a rock.
“Could you turn around, please?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, quickly turning around.
She needed to take off her wet swimsuit and change into the hoodie and shorts she had hidden there. She told me that she had also come from the campsite and, to my surprise, that she was recovering from a bad breakup too.
I laughed.
“Well, I guess it must be fate, because so am I.”
She laughed too.
“Did you meet those two old people?” I asked.
Her face seemed to pale.
“Yeah, I did. You did too?”
“Yeah.”
“And what did they tell you?” she asked sharply.
“Nothing special. Just that I shouldn’t come here because I was supposedly in danger. They probably meant this little cliff. You know how old people are, they’re always afraid of something. And besides, I’m glad I didn’t listen to them.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t have met you.”
We talked for what felt like several hours. She was amazing. Apparently, she was studying medicine and spent her free time going with her friends to cheer up sick children. I had never met anyone like her. She joked the entire time, and I laughed so much, probably more than I ever had before. I even completely forgot about my breakup.
“Do you want to go swimming?” she suddenly asked.
“I don’t know. It’s getting dark. It’s not exactly warm anymore, and I don’t even have a swimsuit.”
“Can’t swim, or are you scared?” she teased me and started taking her clothes off until she was standing completely naked in front of me.
I was shocked and couldn’t say anything. I just stared at her. Then she turned around and jumped into the water.
“Come on, Matt. This is the best thing that could have happened to you,” I encouraged myself silently.
My brave side won.
I took off my clothes and jumped in after her. She swam farther and farther away, and I swam after her.
Then she suddenly stopped, wrapped herself around me, and kissed me. Then she pulled away, and I saw it.
The worst thing I had ever seen.
A mouth full of teeth.
And then I felt the pain. An insane pain that completely clouded my mind. I started screaming like crazy. Before I lost consciousness, I heard my brother’s voice calling my name and saw flashlights shining toward the water.
I woke up in the hospital. My brother was on one side of the bed and my parents were on the other. They were all looking at me worriedly. My mom was holding my hand. I wanted to touch her with my other hand, but I couldn’t move it.
When I looked toward my hand, I screamed.
It was gone.
Apparently, I had gone swimming and been attacked by a shark. I was lucky my brother found me in time, otherwise I would have bled to death. Apparently, I had been on that cliff for two days. My brother searched everywhere for me until he came across the elderly couple, who told him they had seen me moving around near the sign, but strongly advised him to stay away from it, which luckily he didn’t do.
When I was discharged from the hospital, I decided that I had to visit the married couple.
I stood outside their door and rang the doorbell. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened and Carl was standing there. He looked at me, and his eyes stopped on my missing arm. Then he invited me inside.
Nora made me some tea and put a slice of cake in front of me. We were all silent for a while before I broke the silence.
“You knew about this, didn’t you?”
They nodded.
“We told you not to go there. We didn’t just tell you. When we told them the truth, they thought we were crazy. When we tried other ways, they still didn’t listen to us.”
They put an album in front of me. I started flipping through it. There were newspaper clippings about people who had gone missing.
Suddenly, I saw her.
“That’s Eleanor!”
The couple looked at each other and shook their heads.
“No. That’s not Eleanor. That’s our granddaughter, Emma. Whatever you saw there, it wasn’t her.”
A chill ran down my spine. Apparently, I could consider myself lucky that I had ended up “only” losing an arm.
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I recently went through a nasty breakup, and a group of my friends, including my brother, decided that I needed some cheering up. Despite my very loud and very clear protests, I was outvoted.
The plan was simple. We were going camping near the local beach. I went there a day early because there wouldn’t have been enough room in the car anyway, and having some peace and quiet before being surrounded by a bunch of people would do me good. At the campsite, I set up my tent, got everything ready, and went out to explore the area. I put on some music and headed out.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about what I had done wrong to get dumped. I came across a sign that said “NO TRESPASSING,” but it looked like it had been painted by children. I wanted to take a closer look when someone suddenly touched my shoulder.
I screamed in fright and took my headphones out of my ears. It was some elderly couple. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were two hundred years old combined.
“Son, turn around and go back. You have no business being here.”
“Jesus, you scared me half to death. Why can’t I go in there? What’s there?”
“It’s a dangerous area. You’re in danger there,” the old man said, and then immediately asked me where I had come from.
I honestly told him I was staying at the campsite and just wanted to clear my head. He introduced himself as Carl, and the woman as his wife, Nora. They apparently lived not far from the campsite. I talked with them for a while. They were a nice couple.
When we said goodbye, I pretended to be heading back to the campsite, but as soon as I saw them disappear from sight, I turned around and went back to the sign.
I know it wasn’t exactly the smartest decision. But when someone is at rock bottom and has nothing to lose, they tend to keep pushing their boundaries further and further.
I walked past the sign and continued for a while. I eventually reached a cliff. It was probably the most beautiful place I had ever seen. It wasn’t very high, but the view of the ocean was incredible. If I wanted to, I could have jumped straight into the sea and gone for a swim. If those two old people meant this place when they talked about danger, then I was glad I hadn’t listened to them.
Then a figure emerged from the sea.
“Could you help me up?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, leaning down.
It was a girl. She had light blue eyes like the sea with the sun shining on it and medium-length blonde hair. She was beautiful. But when she smiled, she suddenly seemed completely different.
When I pulled her up, she introduced herself as Eleanor.
“I’m Matt,” I said.
She walked a few steps away and pulled some clothes out from behind a rock.
“Could you turn around, please?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, quickly turning around.
She needed to take off her wet swimsuit and change into the hoodie and shorts she had hidden there. She told me that she had also come from the campsite and, to my surprise, that she was recovering from a bad breakup too.
I laughed.
“Well, I guess it must be fate, because so am I.”
She laughed too.
“Did you meet those two old people?” I asked.
Her face seemed to pale.
“Yeah, I did. You did too?”
“Yeah.”
“And what did they tell you?” she asked sharply.
“Nothing special. Just that I shouldn’t come here because I was supposedly in danger. They probably meant this little cliff. You know how old people are, they’re always afraid of something. And besides, I’m glad I didn’t listen to them.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I wouldn’t have met you.”
We talked for what felt like several hours. She was amazing. Apparently, she was studying medicine and spent her free time going with her friends to cheer up sick children. I had never met anyone like her. She joked the entire time, and I laughed so much, probably more than I ever had before. I even completely forgot about my breakup.
“Do you want to go swimming?” she suddenly asked.
“I don’t know. It’s getting dark. It’s not exactly warm anymore, and I don’t even have a swimsuit.”
“Can’t swim, or are you scared?” she teased me and started taking her clothes off until she was standing completely naked in front of me.
I was shocked and couldn’t say anything. I just stared at her. Then she turned around and jumped into the water.
“Come on, Matt. This is the best thing that could have happened to you,” I encouraged myself silently.
My brave side won.
I took off my clothes and jumped in after her. She swam farther and farther away, and I swam after her.
Then she suddenly stopped, wrapped herself around me, and kissed me. Then she pulled away, and I saw it.
The worst thing I had ever seen.
A mouth full of teeth.
And then I felt the pain. An insane pain that completely clouded my mind. I started screaming like crazy. Before I lost consciousness, I heard my brother’s voice calling my name and saw flashlights shining toward the water.
I woke up in the hospital. My brother was on one side of the bed and my parents were on the other. They were all looking at me worriedly. My mom was holding my hand. I wanted to touch her with my other hand, but I couldn’t move it.
When I looked toward my hand, I screamed.
It was gone.
Apparently, I had gone swimming and been attacked by a shark. I was lucky my brother found me in time, otherwise I would have bled to death. Apparently, I had been on that cliff for two days. My brother searched everywhere for me until he came across the elderly couple, who told him they had seen me moving around near the sign, but strongly advised him to stay away from it, which luckily he didn’t do.
When I was discharged from the hospital, I decided that I had to visit the married couple.
I stood outside their door and rang the doorbell. After what felt like an eternity, the door opened and Carl was standing there. He looked at me, and his eyes stopped on my missing arm. Then he invited me inside.
Nora made me some tea and put a slice of cake in front of me. We were all silent for a while before I broke the silence.
“You knew about this, didn’t you?”
They nodded.
“We told you not to go there. We didn’t just tell you. When we told them the truth, they thought we were crazy. When we tried other ways, they still didn’t listen to us.”
They put an album in front of me. I started flipping through it. There were newspaper clippings about people who had gone missing.
Suddenly, I saw her.
“That’s Eleanor!”
The couple looked at each other and shook their heads.
“No. That’s not Eleanor. That’s our granddaughter, Emma. Whatever you saw there, it wasn’t her.”
A chill ran down my spine. Apparently, I could consider myself lucky that I had ended up “only” losing an arm.
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