I'm Liz Sauer and this is Ghosts in the Birds, 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.

Let us begin by thanking Adrian Rewski for allowing us to use her name, ensuring our

rather paranoid storyteller's identity stays secret.

Thank you so much, Adrian, for supporting the podcast.

Wellesley's a small town.

Don't think you're going to just pop in quick to Starbucks without seeing at least a couple

parents from your kids' class, whose name is Kaby at the moment.

So it's no surprise that some old haunted neighbors are beginning to turn up again.

I haven't mentioned this in a while, but if you're new to the podcast, then I highly

suggest you begin with episode number one and listen to these haunted tales in order.

Now, this next tale is so long and winding that I decided to break it up into two parts,

mostly because it makes the editing easier for me, but also because this haunted neighbor

offers us two different kinds of fright.

The fear of disaster and the fear of the dead.

Because our high-holy season approaches, we ought to truly take the time to be frayed.

I'll release Part 2 tomorrow.

Let's begin.

Here's the preppy prepper, Part 1.

The Boston Marathon is pure love.

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