The Halloween decorations are up, I'm wearing a sweater and a jacket, and I'm mainlining

pumpkin spice.

I'm reading and watching all the spook I can get my hands on, currently cold people by

Tom Robb Smith, and the curious creations of Christine McConnell on Netflix.

And I thought it would be fun to tell a more in-depth spookytale this October.

I'm in the mood to change perspectives, and I've been hinting that Betty had stories

to tell.

Lucky for us, she's finally ready to share one.

To be clear, this is not the story of Betty, it's just one of the incredibly unbelievably

creepy stories she has from her life, and so we're going to watch it unfold from her

perspective.

Of course I'm in there too, God forbid I tell anything that doesn't include me.

I plan to share Betty's story several chapters at a time, just like I did for Lilith, releasing

new episodes every Friday this October.

At least I think that's how it'll go, you never know around here.

Let's begin.

We shouldn't be talking about this.

A Ghost in the Burb Story by Liz Sauer, narrated by the author.

Betty lay in bed scrolling through her Instagram feed, her dog Frank beside her.

It was a Saturday morning, and she was determined to do nothing of value, except weed the side yard,

and pick up black paint for the interior of the fireplace, and bring the dog's old carrier

and a pile of books to the dump swap.

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