Welcome to Scary Story Podcast.

Today's story has been a much requested topic,

so we're going out into the wilderness.

Are you ready?

My name is Edwin,

and here's a scary story.

There was a documentary film made not too long ago about the guilt that one feels when you win the lottery or to be the only one to survive a terrible accident.

Why me? And that's what I've been asking myself ever since.

It was wintertime and my friends wanted to go out to snowboard some of the areas that they close off when the storms roll in and suddenly driving in those roads becomes impossible.

My friends take advantage of that, so they wanted to go snowboard there.

Nobody was allowed to, though.

My friend Mike used to say that it was because of some conspiracy that's trying to lure everyone into resorts and ski areas, the ones where you have to pay.

But I know otherwise.

The places we were on were private property, and if you know anything of the people that own such big

spaces of land that doesn't have anything but trees without their leaves and strange

dirt trails that lead to nowhere well you know that they don't like visitors. Two other friends were with us that day.

Isabel and a friend from college named Pete, who had just gotten out for winter break.

All they wanted to do was get out of town.

It had been Pete's idea to stay out at his uncle's cabin about two hours away from the place

where Mike wanted to snowboard, which we would be able to get there comfortably if we left before it got dark.

But, like with most of the plans we would come up with all the time, this one flopped.

But it wasn't any of our faults. I didn't even like to snowboard

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