Have you ever had a strange feeling letting you know that something isn't quite right?

Today we'll listen to a story about trusting that feeling or else paying the consequences.

My name is Edward and here is Aldos, true, scary story.

Towards the ending of 1994 my mom and dad decided to move us to a little town called Molina

Linois, which that town lands around a place called Tri-City.

We moved there due to my dad not being able to find work here in California for a job

that he had a pretty much to lay them off.

Town was very, very mellow working class, nobody bothered anybody, they already mostly

kept to themselves and we ended up moving into this house that was being rented out to

us by this family and this house was from the outside and we could say it was a creepy

kind of look going up to it, the paint was brown and during this time around March, which

is when this story takes place, this is during the time when the singer Salina was murdered

and my sister, I remember she was like a huge fan, I recall her being devastated.

This is the first week when the news is just going crazy about the death.

My parents were hardly ever home, working, my dad would work graveyard shifts, my mom

would work from afternoon till we'd say like 11 at night, so practically we were always

by ourselves.

That day I remember my sister was just non-stop playing one of Salina's albums.

Not saying that I don't enjoy her music is just, I think I'm going to do something else

so I recall going into a room that me and my sister shared.

I was always been a guy who likes to draw and do little artistic things and going in my

room, grabbing up the pad and pencil and just started drawing.

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