This episode contains non-graphic mention of suicide and has real audio recordings of the neighbor's experience in the aftermath.

Listener discretion is advised.

Today's story involves Michelle, who has joined up with some of my own podcasts,

and as an artist with ongoing projects, she became obsessed with exploring the story of one of her friends in a house.

That's all tragedy and strange occurrences that were experienced firsthand.

My name is Edwin, and here, Michelle, true, scary story.

I'd been going to Tocoloma Road for about five years, and it was like such an awesome place to visit.

I'd stay with my friend Diane, who was a family friend, the mother of one of my kindergarten friends,

so I became better friends with Diane than my kindergarten friend, actually.

Every summer, during college, I would go and I'd visit Diane on Tocoloma Road, and it was such a fun neighborhood because it was in the middle of the desert.

So everybody was inside during the scorching hot summer, and so at night, everyone was outside on the street.

Like, one of their neighbors, they called him Cheesfang, I don't really know why, but Cheesfang would blast Alice Cooper radio while he worked out his cars.

And then Diane and I would drink tequila under the stars, like in her front yard, just listening to the neighborhood.

It was so fun and magical and weird.

It was just like a neighborhood full of old hippies and cactus, and it was just great.

2008 happened, and that was the housing crash.

A few people in the neighborhood lost their houses, like Cheesfang lost his house and had to move.

And then another neighbor of theirs named Susan killed herself.

And Susan had lived kitty corner from Diane.

Susan was this tall blonde, I always liked her, but she always seemed like she had something going on.

As Michelle was working on her art project, she asked for a description of Susan from Diane.

She was about Susan, who was my neighbor, she was tall and blonde and very pretty.

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