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welcome to The Lost Stories Part 20, the series where we share some classic previously lost recordings from the early days of the show.

Thanks to the help of our loyal fans, we've had the pleasure of recovering these classic episodes, which most of you have probably never heard before.

We're back with another collection of tales from 2018 that are guaranteed to

generate a scare.

Enjoy. This one happened to me a while ago, but I remembered it when I was talking to some friends recently and thought that you guys might appreciate it.

I attended a small liberal arts university between a desert and some mountains in southwestern United States.

After a couple of years I opted to move off campus with my boyfriend

and we found the cheapest housing imaginable in a tiny town

across the Wash and up against the mountains.

Very few people lived there, and except for us, all of them belong to two minority groups that hated each other, some of which were involved in active

gang warfare that I suspected was related to the drug trade in a city nearby, a very large and depressed one for the area.

We lived in a small gated community complex with the Sad Pole and six studio apartments,

and things in the area were just kind of strewn around.

There was no landscaping on any of the properties, just desert sand everywhere.

Chickens and dogs roamed free,

and you could hear gunshots nearby sometimes.

We lived there because the rent was $120 a month,

compared with $1,200 apartments in any of the nearby towns.

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