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

Thank you Laura Renald for so generously donating to support the podcast on Patreon.

Thank you as well to Cyrus Taylor and Michelle Pucci, your generosity earns you a tale of your

own.

Stay tuned to hear that horrifying story after this next tale.

We're on to Ghost Story number 35.

What has two Zs, two O's, and an anger management problem.

Over the next week, Jen Hensley became a surprisingly frequent textur.

For some unknown reason, the woman had taken a liking to me and I couldn't shake her.

It began when I texted her Judith K's contact information and then escalated to Jen basically

live texting me from the Manipedi.

The texts were basically a name gossip, who she saw, where she went, who she saw when

she was headed to wherever she was going, what they were wearing, etc.

It was mildly amusing at times.

She didn't ask about me or my life, thank goodness, and she never suggested that we

hang out.

It was as if she had simply tapped me into her stream of thought via our cell phones.

You need boundaries.

Biddy pointed out, not for the first time.

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