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.

I'd like to thank everyone who's rated the show in iTunes, especially Kimi G 99, who

commented that the scary stories made her wonder about the tales people might have in her

own town.

Kimi G 99, there's only one way to find out, Godspeed.

Now, on to story number 10.

The Psychic.

You have an unnaturally high tolerance for this stuff.

See told me as we drank wine on our patio.

The kids were in bed and we were enjoying one of our last evenings in the backyard.

We'd sold the house quickly and bought another even quicker.

We were moving across town to become a Bates family.

I studied our garage held together only by termite carcasses and a prayer.

Its ancient signing worked from the heat of a grill that someone had placed too close.

That, I actually found a amusement inn.

But when I looked down to the patio beneath us, human laughed me.

Its crumbling concrete was so cracked and uneven that the girl's knees were a perpetual

bloodied mass.

There would be no love loss for this home.

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