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 haven't too much to share today, other than to say that this next story is a weird

one.

Not so much spooky is lightly unsettling.

So we're on to Ghost Story number 58.

Come again.

Kelly has pretty black hair, a sweet sense of humor, deep worry lines across her forehead

and dark circles beneath her eyes.

Long out, described her best.

I spoke with her over Zoom so I got a glimpse of her home office, lining the wall behind

her were medium height bookshelves crammed to the gills with books and tapped with all

manner of houseplants.

Above them, hung a triptych of canvas prints, a scene of birch trees and winter.

The walls were lined in a subtle geometric wallpaper and black and white, and it was really

pretty.

In her initial email, she apologized at least four times for bothering me with what

she described as the oddities plaguing her new home.

She knew of me through Janet, who knew me through Nick Sair's wife Maeve.

I was hesitant.

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