Tommy and the
ghost
“Are you sure
you’ll be a right? “Asked the owner of the haunted house. “I
know what to do”, said tommy. “You just
leave me to it”. “ Well yourself at home” said the owner.
That’s was tommy
did. As soon as the owner had gone, he stretched out in front of the fire and
finished off the owner’s bottle of best brandy.
Just on midnight.
The clock in the hall was still striking. There was the kind or rustie? And
there was a ghost! Standing right in front of tommy.
“Hello” the ghost
whispered. “Hello
to you” said tommy. “Well,
tommy, how are you doing?” “I
can’t complain” said tommy.“but how do know my name?” “easy”
whispered the ghost.“I know your name”. “how
did you get here?” Tommy asked. “No through that door. I was watching”. “Through
the keyhole”.
“Stuff!” Said
tommy. “I don’t believe you.”
“But I did” whispered the ghost. “Nonsense!” Said tommy. “You’re too large my
half. What next? I suppose you’ll tell me you can get a through a neck of the
bottle?” “I
can and all” whispered the ghost “Never”
said tommy. “I
can then”. “Prove it!”
“Look”
whispered the ghost “can’t you believe your own eyes, tommy?” And wife that, the ghost’ Itself up and, and
the crew itself down into the brandy bottle.
At once tommy put
the cork back into the top of the bottle. He went out of the house and down in
the river and threw the bottle, plunk, under, middle arch. “You
drank all my best brandy!” Exclaimed the owner of the house. “Fair
exchange” said tommy. This house of yours will never haunted again.
The end
