Welcome to Scary Story Podcast.

Today we have a story filled with darkness and melancholy.

I hope you enjoy it.

My name is Edwin and here's a scary story.

My grandfather was one of the neighbors on his street that people talked about.

Kids would not get near him, although some of the older families on the street all knew him.

It could only say good things, despite his, well, condition, for lack of a better word.

He was a type of guy that would offer to change your oil or walk over to shovel your snow early

in the morning.

Well, that was until his age started catching up. to shovel your snow early in the morning.

Well, that was until his age started catching up to him,

and he was caught speaking to himself several times

while out in the yard.

My dad got a few calls about it,

and I remember specifically one night we all had to go over to his house across the state to call him down at least that's what my dad said

But when we got there he was just playing music out of his old radio in the basement.

That was it.

Of course, 1 a.m. was far too late for the suburban area where he lived. Still nobody called the police on the old man and instead

resorted to calling his known family members. His neighbors knew my dad and all of the family and it was a time where phone numbers were

commonly shared among the neighbors. I know that's not the case nowadays.

His house was the best thing to ever happen to my sister and I as kids.

It was filled with so many photographs and things that he collected as he traveled.

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