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 to Connie Hill, Maddie Pain, Martha Maldonado and Brandy Terry for your incredibly

generous support on Patreon.

I truly appreciate it.

As always, I have plenty of stickers lying about.

If you have a moment, write a review on iTunes or wherever you listen to ghosts in the

Verbs and then email your address to ghosts in the Verbs at gmail.com and I will pop a couple

on the mail to you.

In fact, write a five star review for any of your favorite podcasts and let me know about

it and I'll send you a sticker as thanks.

Let those podcasters know you're listening.

We're on to Ghost Story number 37, The Dark Thing.

Life became more strange and more normal at the same time.

For one thing, it was as though someone had turned down the dial on the anxiety that

has plagued me my entire life.

I was more able to be present with my children.

I didn't give a flying fuck about the social scene in town anymore, something that I'd

been struggling with over the past year or so.

Whereas I'd been desperate to find my place in a group, now I wanted to do with irony.

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