Welcome to Scary Story Podcast. I have a couple of stories for you. The first is about a gift that makes a very unusual connection to a young shopper.

And the second explains how even healthy mourning routines can go wrong.

My name is Edmy.

And here's a scary story.

I try not to think about this. Genuinely, I try not to.

But it bothers me to think that even my closest friends feel sorry for me after all these years,

but maybe I've given them a reason to. Part of me still believes that.

It started off as a game.

My sister and I lived in a house up in a hill away from the main stores, and I don't remember

many things being around us.

If we wanted to go to the store, it would mean a 10 minute drive

into the shopping centers, and we needed to make lists

in order to remember everything,

because there was no way we could just walk up to a 7-Eleven or a grocery

store, like I do now, whenever I want to. And there were lists for everything, even as a game.

We listed easy things first, you know, colors that we spotted around the room, the types of animals we would see on the way back home and random things around the

house. Lists were everywhere.

When the sound of one of my sister's dolls started growing deeper as she giggled and said good

night when you squeezed its hand,

and knew it was time to write down AA batteries on the list.

I used to catch things that mom forgot about too, and whenever I reminded her of them at

the store, she would get so happy and And if she wasn't a good enough mood, I would

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