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.

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May it be filled with peace, happiness, and more shows like the haunting of Hill House.

Stay tuned after the interview for a demonic tale involving three Patreon supporters.

Ronda Ghost Story No. 44.

Holy Death!

Atop a gleaming white console table stood several bottles of expensive tequila, flanked by

two breathtaking arrangements of calla-lelies and snow drops, accented by Red Barried

Holly.

Artfully scattered across the table were quarters, several crisp dollar-villes and a sparkling

glass of water.

At center stage stood a two-foot tall skeleton with a shiver-looking face.

Its expression somehow knowing and accusatory at once.

It wore a white wedding dress and a veil and stood regally amidst its offerings, a sharp

looking Sith in its left hand.

The altar was at odds with the otherwise minimalist surroundings.

The family room had an uncomfortable-looking white couch, a plexiglass coffee table, and

a Scandinavian-looking set of chairs, but nothing else saved for a large piece of driftwood

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