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Not all ghosts are scary simply because you have a good
idea of who it is. When I was a child, I used to see a priest who lived in
our street, his name was Father McGill. He has been dead for a long
time, but whether the old joker still had some tricks up his sleeve
remains to be seen. Father McGill died of cancer (probably due to his
chain smoking) and a friend of mine later moved in to his house.
My friends, Rona and Calum, were on holiday in another country, and the house had been
empty for about a week. My mum decided to clean the house for their return.
I decided to help since my friends might not like my mum going
through their things. We went down the street to their house and let ourselves
in with a spare key.
We were immediately struck by the smell of heavy cigarette smoke.
We couldn't understand this. Rona smokes, but the house had been empty for
several days, and no one else had entered the house except my mum
and a neighbour in order to switch on the lights at night. But both are
non-smokers, and no one ever detected the scent of smoke before the night
my mum and I decided to clean the house.
I remember how Father McGill was a chain-smoker. Could he have been
so desperate for a ciggie that he decided to return to his house?
Possibly, because Father McGill has also been seen, usually out the corners of
the eye or in mirrors. And often doors had a nasty habit of closing
or opening in the priest's home.
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