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.

There's been a rash of support for Ghosts in the Burbs on both iTunes and Patreon.

To those of you who have reviewed the podcast on iTunes, thank you.

The offer still stands.

Leave a review that email me your address and I'll send a couple stickers your way.

As for Patreon, holy cow, I have five people lined up to have their names used in place

of an upcoming stories haunted neighbor.

Speaking of, I'd like to give a huge thank you to Michelle Penna.

By using her name, we keep this week's haunted neighbor's identity safe.

It's the dead of summer and I don't know about you, but I've had enough kid filled

pool time.

I'm counting down the days, yearning for fallen leaves and jackaland turns and chilly

fall nights when dusk arrives early and I can lie and tell the kids it's later than

it actually is.

But for now, we're on to Ghost Story number 24.

Stalker's Gremlins chickens perspective and a pudgy chocolate lab named Moose.

Today is Friday and every Friday before the kids wake up, I sage the house.

I've done this every week since that which we pretend didn't happen happened.

She told me the practice clears emotional energy left from the events of the previous

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