Welcome to Scary Story Podcast.

We have an old school story today, a type of eerie mystery, something that could happen to you.

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

When I was little, my sister and I found a box of toys on the sidewalk while coming back from school.

I vividly remember the smell.

It was that strange old glue, like mayonnaise, a scent I only smell now on those wooden cases,

the ones with sets of domino pieces you get from the discount store.

The box was neatly placed on the sidewalk, closer to the curb, one house over from ours.

It was made of dark cardboard, opened halfway.

Inside were three more cardboard boxes.

The larger one at the bottom and two smaller ones at the top.

I try to grab the entire thing to drag it closer to our yard, but it was so heavy, and

my sister didn't want to steal anything, so she refused to help.

I don't know how many times I told her that it wasn't stealing, because it was in the middle

of the street for the garbage man to find, but she didn't budge.

Instead, she watched as I went through the boxes, taking them out one by one, then onto the grass.

I opened the first box as the car started approaching.

My sister panicked and yelled for us to run, but wouldn't leave without me.

I told her everything was okay, but there was nothing wrong with it.

She calmed down and put her hands on her knees once again, leaning in closer to my discovery. Inside the first box there were two wooden cars, toys, like for toddlers.

It was a strange feeling seeing something like that.

Toys, things that we barely had in the house after lots of convincing from my mom.

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