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.

I've begun my full immersion into our lovely spooky season.

I watched the 9th Gate last night, a cozy book mystery wrapped in a devil worship.

Tonight I'm continuing my deadfiles binge.

No one will ever replace Amy Ellen, but Cindy Kaza is carving out a truly spooky path

of her own on the show.

And I'll probably watch the frighteners.

I'm doing my very best to remain in a cozy terror mindset, but I'm sure we can all

agree that reality is too freaking terrifying right now.

Wait till you get a load of what my neighbor has to share.

I'm almost sorry to tell you this next story.

Bitty's story is coming up next month, but for now, we're on to Ghost Story No. 73,

a never-ending stream of chatter.

This past summer we made our fifth move in 10 years.

Of course that's neither unique nor impressive, but while they've all been predictably disruptive,

this one was aggravatingly so.

Finally in bed on Movin' Day, I realized that my hips hurt, my ankles ached.

I'm getting too old for this regular role.

The basement flooded the first night and again two days later.

Chris broke his big toe, tripping down the stairs.

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