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.

Hello again.

I hope you're all fairing well under these strange circumstances.

Things here have been as odd as ever.

I suppose nothing and everything has changed since we last met.

Well, we're moving again, cross-towned to a house surrounded by some serious woods.

I've downgraded two vegetarian from vegan because cheese.

What else?

I've gotten really into shower bombs and oil of ole face cream.

And if I were to choose a taste-slash smell that encompasses this whole time of quarantine,

it would be Nutella.

And that's about how exciting and dramatic things here have been.

And I hope the same is true for you.

That cabin fever and boredom are the worst things you've been up against during

core.

Well, barring another disaster, or homeschool mental health breakdown, I plan to put out

new stories every other week through the end of the year.

And just a note, I'm going to do my best with the sound quality, but there isn't a lot

of quiet time in this house as of late.

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