Please, close your eyes and wear earphones for the full experience.

Thank you.

Thank you. Hello, Boyles and Goals, glad see you back for more.

Foolish of you, but I respect the bravery.

We'll see how much longer that lasts as the stories only get scarier and scarier and scary.

In today's story, Caesar will take you down memory lane and tell our story. He's been keeping secret for years now.

Enjoy. When I was a kid, I would always see things in the corner of my eye, but never really

questioned them or thought anything of it. I never felt any

type of emotion other than temporary confusion, and then I'd go about my business playing.

I remember a few times on our first house. I'd see things, but it was never really directly

in front of me. Rather, it'd be a reflection. For example, if there was a silver pot on the stove, I'd see a figure, but when I turn around, there would be a reflection. For example, if there was a silver pot on the stove, I see a figure.

But when I turn around, there would be nothing, things like that. Until one time, it was a rainy,

gloomy evening. Heavy clouds filled the sky, not letting the sun pass through. The strong wind would

slam rain onto the window. I was sitting in the middle of the living room drawing when...

Who can that be?

My dad walks over to open the door,

and is greeted by an elderly woman wearing a black lace veil over her head.

Hello? Something I could do for you?

Is Andrika here?

Uh, no. Nobody here goes by that name.

The woman then looked straight at me, as if she already knew where I was sitting.

Have you seen Enrique?

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