Snack at­tack!

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I have a tall res­i­dent ghost, who I've nick­named Lofty. One evening, I was watch­ing TV when an ad­vert came on featuring a man who was Lofty's double. ‘That just looks like you!’ I said out loud. All of a sud­den there were three loud knocks on the cof­fee ta­ble and the lights went out! Pet­ri­fied, I ran to my neigh­bour’s and she came round with a torch. We couldn’t find any­thing wrong, but the snack I’d been eat­ing had been fin­ished. Lofty was ob­vi­ously hun­gry. Now I don’t risk talk­ing to him un­less it’s day­light! Margaret Mea­ger, Berkham­sted

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