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.

We've arrived at our high holy season and with it comes our next batch of spooky stories.

The walls are closing in on all of us.

Things are strange.

The water seems to have gone bad in every possible way.

Its poisonous, it's either flooding out towns or it's completely absent, causing widespread

drought.

It's trying to kill us, or maybe we killed it and this is its revenge.

Unsurprisingly, considering the typical apocalyptic obsession upon which my anxiety so often lands,

I've landed myself on prophetic dreamtick-talk and I'll just say things aren't looking good.

So we need distraction now more than ever and as usual, my neighbors have provided.

We're on to Ghost Story, number 67.

Tannels.

That child is long gone.

I just talked to Jamie.

She got a quote from a liable fence and they're just waiting for the materials to come in.

She's doing everything she can.

It's too late, due to the countered.

She set herself that the kid wasn't the same after spending so much time in the woods

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