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

Message Usits.

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

aren't for kids.

I probably should have mentioned this before, but if you are new to this podcast, I recommend

that you start by listing from the very beginning with Ghosts Story No. 1.

Some old friends have come around again and things will make much more sense if you

understand how and why these people are back in the picture.

Also, thank you so very much for all of the reviews on iTunes.

Keep them coming, I love reading them.

One gentleman reviewer mentioned that my swearing, though appropriate for the setting, feels

jarring, coming from my sweet voice.

Reading this at first I thought, darn, I might be overdoing it a bit with the cussing,

and then I thought, well, shucks, no one's ever referred to my voice as sweet before, so

thanks man, I think.

Now on to Ghost Story No. 14.

Kids are the fucking worst.

How are the renovations coming?

Biddi asked, grabbing her latte off the table.

You know, they're coming, I answered, daily.

You look like you haven't slept in weeks, she commented.

Don't pull any punches, I replied, laughing.

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