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

Let us again take a moment to thank Adrian Racksky for concealing our prepared friends'

identity.

Now, here's the Preppy Prepper, part 2.

Before we address the dead body in Adrian's basement, I've got to tell you about my current

drama.

Remember that doll I found in the kids' clubhouse?

I threw it out.

I mentioned that I'd found one exactly like it on the front steps, too, right?

Well, I threw that one out as well, but the third time the doll turned up, I finally

caught onto the game.

It was the same damn doll.

The girl superhero action figure, the size of a Barbie, painted all black.

Yes, I called Betty, and yes, she's pissed that I didn't call her when the thing turned

up on my porch the first time.

I honestly wasn't too concerned about it.

Okay, mine.

There was serious panic tiptoeing around my mind, but I was wrapped in the embrace of

my old friend, Denial.

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