I'm Liz Sauer and this is Ghosts in the Burbs, a podcast of ghost stories from

Wellesley, Massachusetts. A warning, adults who use adult language told me these

frightening tales, these ghost stories aren't for kids.

It's February 2016 and this is Ghosts in the Burbs Ghost Story number one. For sale,

gorgeous five bedroom on what'd a state with a pair of sweet and evil housemate. Or at first

I thought it was my dead grandmother. Or I mean honestly, a sleeping pill every night with an

infant, what an asshole. At first my little flyer didn't get much attention so I

mentioned my project to a few neighbors and friends. I was met with extremes. They

other found my project inspired or ridiculous. I finally got a hit at the

playground. I mentioned my search to a mom friend and she enthusiastically told me,

oh fun, you should totally talk to Becca. I think she had a problem with that in

their last house as though we were discussing a broken sump pump. Did Becca live in

Wellesley? Yes, she did. She'd recently sold one house in town and purchased

another. Interesting, I didn't want to seem too eager. Our mutual friend made the

connection for us. Taxorcent, a play date was set. Becca has a little girl who

is saying, may just my youngest daughter. So we met at Warren Park on an unseasonably

warm November morning. Becca was born and bred to live in Wellesley. Petite with

what writers like me refer to as an athletic build. She's head to toe toned. My

guess was that the girls polotties religiously. With minimal makeup and

highlighted medium length hair in a bouncy ponytail, she had that casual I just

threw this on gray cashmere tollineck, barber coat, perfectly bootcut jeans and

worn-in chuck tailors. Look, that I've always admired. Not that anyone's asking,

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