I'm Liz Sauer and this is Ghosts in the Burbs, 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.

It's April 2016 and this is Ghosts in the Burbs Ghost Story number six.

Zilla.

Email sat in my inbox, a waiting reply.

The woman from Wellesley College had offered to a range or tour of the tunnels beneath the

campus.

She wanted to tell me the campus ghost stories as we toured the underground maze, accompanied

by a campus security guard slash groundskeeper, just in case we get lost.

This sort of safe scare had been exactly what I wanted when I started this quest for ghost

stories.

I could vacation to the land of ghosties without having to put down roots.

The problem was that I had begun to realize that there wasn't any such thing as a safe

scare.

I was looking into the darkness and I'll be damned if there weren't moments when I

suspected it was looking back.

That creeper Nick knew I was pregnant before I did.

My dreams had been getting strange.

I'd been obsessing a bit, reading up on hauntings and demons, ghosts and possession.

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