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.

I'm Liz Sauer and this is Ghosts in the Verbs, ghost story number five, the family home.

I had two emails from people who wanted to share stories with me. One claimed that his house was haunted by its previous owner

and the other message came from a Wellesley college employee who wanted to share information about the college's underground tunnels.

Both intrigued me but after my past two experiences I was hesitant.

My little library, Flyer, had generated more interest than I could have hoped for, but it seemed to be generating the wrong kind of interest.

First Pam wanted to pawn off her haunted trinket and then Laura and Michael thought I could phone up an exorcist for them.

I felt guilty that I'd somehow unintentionally misled all of them.

My husband, we'll call him C, disagreed and felt there is no need for guilt on my part.

I warned you about Cooke, he said, you shouldn't be meeting people in their homes, he said.

Don't tell me their stories, I won't be able to sleep and make sure some demon doesn't follow you home, he said.

At the very least I felt the need to tweak my flyer, so I did.

I made it clear that I was an author looking to gather ghost stories from Wellesley's about hauntings and Wellesley.

I even put a disclaimer on the bottom of the page, please note, I'm neither a ghost hunter nor a paranormal problem solver, just a curious neighbor who intends to document hauntings.

I don't know, it was all I could come up with. I printed out a new flyer and posted it at the library.

But I couldn't bring myself to respond to the responses it elicited.

Around this time I had my friend Lisa over so our kids could play together.

She has two boys to my two girls and the four entertain each other well.

Over glass of shard nay, it was a teeny tiny glass for me and it was four forty-three in a late afternoon, relax everyone.

I told her about my hesitation to continue my ghost research.

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