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.

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but do what your gut tells you or your decision will haunt you forever. Now on to

Ghost Story Number. Wait, who's that guy standing behind you? Gotcha. Here's

number seven titled, oh no no no he's in the woods that's where he stays most of

the time just at the edge of the tree line. Throughout my life I've had what I

refer to as horror movie dreams. They happen when I'm stressed. In these dreams

I'm one of maybe five or six people and we're in a horror movie. I know this,

though they do not. I know we will be picked off one by one by an axe-wielding man.

He's always axe-wielding, though I never see an axe. We're in a cabin or a hotel

or my house and I just have to wait and watch and say my lines until it's my turn.

We have dialogue. Movie dialogue. Like I'm so glad we're finally getting away

for the weekend. And did you hear that noise? We're all young. We're friends,

though I don't recognize any of them. It is vivid and real and an impending sense

of doom leaves the dream and follows me into the day. I'd begun to have these horror

movie dreams every night. Sure, I was stressed, expecting my third child and all,

but I didn't think that was the problem. Out of nowhere my sister sent me a

blessed Mary Medallion. She insisted that I wear it, especially when I was

interviewing people. She said she'd had a dream and was worried. I was worried too.

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