I'm Liz Sour and this is Ghosts in the Burbs. A podcast about the people of Wellesley, Massachusetts and the ghosts and monsters who haunt them.

A warning. Adults who use adult language tell me these frightening tales.

These ghost stories aren't for kids.

Let's get right into it.

We're on to ghost story number 76 excessive coffee.

Life is funny. One minute you're banishing a demon from your youngest daughter's bedroom, the next you're vacuuming

up dust bunnies in the living room preparing for a PTO coffee.

I'd offered to host the auction kickoff meeting in an attempt to lure more volunteers to the effort. I enjoy

hosting get-togethers. Well that's not accurate. I enjoy preparing to host

get-togethers. I like picking out the treats I'll serve and the platters I'll

arrange them on and I like cleaning the house and karate chopping the pillows

and arranging flowers and getting everything just so. And then honestly I'd love to be able to greet the guests, get them settled, and then offer a pleasant, have a great time.

Don't worry about cleaning up when you're done. Enjoy.

And walk out of my house and treat myself to a coffee and scone and some

uninterrupted time with a paperback cozy mystery. Alas people would think that was

weird and so the suggestions of my social anxiety

were foiled again.

I like people.

I like the people I've met and built relationship

with at the girls school.

It's just that the little voice in my brain is quite

convincing in all its reasons that there is no chance those people could

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