This is the first collection of Spooky Listener stories, but it won't be the last.

I have more of your tales of creepy children, haunted houses, and weird happenings lined

up and ready to go.

You all are a deep well of Spooky, and I am so grateful to those of you who decided to

share your hauntings with us.

If you have a story, go to GhostinTheBurbs.com and click on the Tell Me a Story tab at the

top of the page and then share your horror.

Forgive me the sound quality on this recording, it's a little bit rough at times, but your

stories are so good I know everyone will be too wrapped up in them to care.

The dogs are ever present, so you'll hear them creeping around the background too.

I decided to record as I listened to your stories for the first time.

I interrupt, speak over, and nervously laugh throughout, but I thought it would be fun

to hear the terror unfold together.

And last thing, remember that cozy baseball style Ghostin The Burbs t-shirt I put out a

couple of years ago?

I don't know about yours, but mine is threadbare and not long for this world, so it's available

again, but only for two weeks.

Go to GhostinTheBurbs Instagram or go to the burbs.com for all the links.

Alright, now let's jump right into your spooky tales of terror.

My name is Emma and this story is what I actually told them Ghostin The Burbs Facebook page.

Jumping in already, she's referring to the Ghosts in the Burb and I Facebook page.

I'm not involved in running it, but if you just search on Facebook, you'll be able to

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