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

I'm not sure what happened, but one of our ghost stories have been vanished from the

podcast speed, and it hopped off my computer as well.

Weird, right?

Even weirder is the fact that the one that got away is the backstory to our most recent

tale, number 23, a crystal clear EVP.

Strange.

But at any rate, here's Ghost Story number 4.

I don't believe sellers have to disclose previous satanic worship on the property, but

a heads up would have been nice.

As a children's reference librarian at the Wellesley Free Library, I helped little ones

find truck stories and LEGO books, and I even got to fill in for story time when one

of the full-time librarians took the day off.

I typically worked in the library's main branch across from town hall, but I occasionally

had the good fortune to fill in for a story time at the library's tiny stone branch on Washington

Street.

The small one-room stone building was full of charming antique tables and chairs for

reading, and a little bench-line nook in the back served as the children's room.

I was there filling in for a toddler story time one afternoon, and as I handed out the little

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