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

message who sits.

A warning, adults who use adult language told me these frightening tales, these ghost

stories aren't for kids.

We stray from ghosts this week into unfamiliar territory.

This interview did the unthinkable.

It made me question the utility of my prepper survival stash.

If what Frankie said is true, then who gives a hot damn about my bare girl's fire starter?

And my Starbucks via stockpile, which I worked so hard to build, will be worth jack shit

if an alien takedown is at play.

But we must press on and live in some sort of normalcy, even if the aliens really are

determined to wipe us out.

So if you have a moment, I beg you to leave a review on iTunes, we mustn't let our

star friends interrupt our daily lives.

Now, onto story number 12.

Is that an alien in your pocket?

Or are you just having a psychotic break?

We moved into our house.

I didn't know I had a dream home until I moved into this one.

It's in an incredibly populated neighborhood and yet there's wildlife.

Coyotes in the neighbor's yard, chipmunks up the wazoo and more bunnies than could possibly

be safe.

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