Most ghost stories are set in mysterious, old houses or castles. The ghosts themselves whose spirits wander the earth at night, are usually the victims of some horrible crime. This is not always the case as the following story shows. When my friend, Paul, was a schoolboy, he often used to chat to Mr. Scott, an elderly gentlemen living on his own. Mr. Scott was a keen gardener. He would always be looking after his lawn or his flowers and Paul was in the habit of saying a few words to him over the fence. Summer's one evening, as Paul was on his way home from school, he saw, as usual, Mr. Scott in his garden. The old man was busily weeding his flowerbeds. When he saw Paul, he invited» him into the garden with a wave of his hand. Slowly, they strolled all around, admiring the various flowers. Then, to Paul's surprise, Mr. Scott bent down and picked a bunch of his finest dahlias. ' Here boy, ' he said. ' Give these to your mother. ' No sooner had he arrived! home than he presented the flowers to his mother. He then told her that they were with Mr. Scott's our compliments. His mother's face went red with anger. ' You wicked boy! ' she shouted. ' How dare you say such a thing! I bumped into his daughter in the supermarket this morning. She told me that the poor old chap had passed away in his sleep last FridayRead more at: TiengAnhabc.com-learn English online
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