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.

A special thanks to Patreon donor Jessica Hang, whose name will protect the identity

of our next haunted neighbor.

Be sure to keep listening after the ghost story.

I have some thank yous to shout out an update on the Claire Audible release and an extra spooky

short story for Patreon supporter Kara that you guys don't want to miss.

Now we're on to ghost story number 40.

I completely misread the situation.

I was expecting a haunted inn.

Are you hearing anything now?

At a mast, excitedly.

I told him that I hadn't and that I usually didn't.

That it was a rare occurrence as of late.

It was a lie.

As I'd watched the man in his fiance walk through Cabrata's front door, Claire had cautioned.

Be careful with those too.

The truth was that Claire had stuck around after that night in Smith and Wonskies when I'd

broken the news of her freedom to the three witches who bound her there in between.

After that night, she told me that there had been a chance to move on and her boyfriend

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