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.

Hello all, it's been a while.

Almost a month actually, and some real shit's going down.

Stories are frivolous distraction, and I hope Betty's story takes you out of reality

for even a few moments.

Though if the real world has you stressed right now, Betty's tale might not have a common

effect.

Anyhow, I wanted to extend a huge thanks to Margie Poo, Jessie Mika 25, and that's Mom's

bottle for leaving such awesome reviews on iTunes.

Though that's Mom's bottle, we're just going to have to agree to disagree about the

shard night.

It's whatever gets you there that counts.

Now, on to story number 11.

Me and my demon, and my demons yellow eyes.

We are having some work done on the new house.

It's nothing major, but whenever I get an update on the renovation timeline from our

contractors, I hear Tom Hanks and Shelley Long laughing and whispering two weeks in my

ear.

In the meantime, all five of us, and the two dogs, are holed up at the residence in,

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