Dead Dog's GhostGhost stories always have freaked me out, so when I moved to a small bungalow which seemed to be haunted I was none too impressed.
It began with an occasional noise from the kitchen – the sound of the biscuit tin lid being removed. Investigation of the tin always found it sealed tight, but with less biscuits than before.
In the garden we then discovered a tiny little gravestone, with illegible markings.
By way of a conversation with our elderly neighbour we discover the previous owner’s dog was buried in the garden, and had apparently been “very naughty – stealing biscuits all the time.”
Great, so we end up with a really lame ghost dog who depletes our Bourbons.
The years go by and we accept our ghostly presence, until the electricity board visit us. They need to trace a cable, but aren’t sure how it crosses our garden. After rummaging for a while the engineer discovers the “gravestone” in the garden and is happy. It was merely a cable marker.
The metallic twang of the biscuit tin eventually turns out to be a tin of Nitromors on the top shelf, warping when the room changes temperature.
The depleting biscuits? Never explained. My dad is quite fat though.
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Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:37,
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It began with an occasional noise from the kitchen – the sound of the biscuit tin lid being removed. Investigation of the tin always found it sealed tight, but with less biscuits than before.
In the garden we then discovered a tiny little gravestone, with illegible markings.
By way of a conversation with our elderly neighbour we discover the previous owner’s dog was buried in the garden, and had apparently been “very naughty – stealing biscuits all the time.”
Great, so we end up with a really lame ghost dog who depletes our Bourbons.
The years go by and we accept our ghostly presence, until the electricity board visit us. They need to trace a cable, but aren’t sure how it crosses our garden. After rummaging for a while the engineer discovers the “gravestone” in the garden and is happy. It was merely a cable marker.
The metallic twang of the biscuit tin eventually turns out to be a tin of Nitromors on the top shelf, warping when the room changes temperature.
The depleting biscuits? Never explained. My dad is quite fat though.
We've got a dog grave in our garden"Bobby" says the cross. Either that, or Cilla Black's not come entirely clean over the death of her husband.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG,
Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:54,
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bwahaha'we end up with a really lame ghost dog who depletes our Bourbons.'
classic B3ta quote
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beefandcheese,
Thu 30 Oct 2003, 18:25,
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