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George

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Re: Storys. A wee ghost story..
« on: January 13, 2011, 07:08:21 am »
Hi. F. Its busy in here tonight, I heard that the AA twins are off for a wee holiday, god sake I think they need it, I was just saying that the other day to m, that I thought they were cracking up, M wis saying that they were off to sunny Fetherland up in da north o da island for a bit o piece an quiet...thats fine. but I heard that its haunted, imagine going to a deserted village full o ghosts...Talking o which.. I have a wee ghostie tale to tell....... are you all sitting comfortably, M, get aff marees lap, I havent even started yet, ya big feartie, ok. here it goes..  This one is a kinda follow up to the one I telt you about, o da wee wife dat I met in the mansion..... if you remember. I wis in Sandys hoose doing some work for him...when I saw a wee ghostie wife wandering aboot da place...... This next one wis another day................. I got a phonecall from Sandy, to explain that he had ordered a chest freezer, he wanted it down in the cellar. but it was a bit too wide to fit through the doorway, and it was to be delivered the next day, could I help.... I said no bother Sandy. but I will have to do it tonight, I had the spare key o the hoose... So that night I set out to his hoose, as I drove up the long driveway, trees on each side o the driveway they were swaying in the wind, when I got to the mansion, it looked a wee bit spookie, and I got that kind o feeling.. Something was watching me............ So I entered the hoose, switched on the lights, and made my way to the cellar.. I measured the doorway between the door stiles and figured out that if I removed the door and the stiles, then he would get the freezer in with no bother.. so I removed the door, then levered off the stiles,, when I THOUGHT.. I WASNT IN THE CELLAR MYSELF.... the next moment I felt like a punch in my back. which threw me onto the floor.. I quickly picked myself up and did a quick exit from the old house... When I think back on this event.. I can only think that the old man who was the original owner. Mr. Robertson, who died a number of years ago, took exception to me altering his cellar door. and it was his way of letting me know..................... Well Fifi.. I think that one is worth a pint o your best... look at you.. all three o you sitting on top o Ms lap , a big bunch o fearties.. he.he.he.......

george.