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.

There is a snoring dog in here with me again, so if you hear snorts, I assure you it is

not a demon.

This autumn is the autumniest autumn I've experienced in years.

It's been chilly and leaf-peepery, all grey skies and pumpkin carving.

Focus Focus 2 was perfect.

There's a new live action monster high movie out that I admit to fully enjoying and

the new ghost adventures episodes are brilliant.

Now the story or rather stories I'm about to tell you are truly all over the place.

We've kind of hit a point where I have to admit something and I feel stupid.

But maybe admit isn't the right way to put it.

Something we've discovered something and you need to know about it and it's spooky.

So we're going to wind our way around a bit but we'll get there eventually for better

at worst.

Now we're on to ghost story, number 68.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'm not going down there again.

Well someone has to.

I made it about five minutes before I turn back.

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