A dream.

Every night I dreamt of visiting a house. I would wander the corridors and rooms. I would visit every cupboard, explore the nooks and crannies. Gaze out of all the windows. Night after night after night. I had no idea where it was.

Then one misty day I passed a for sale sign, and up the drive was the very house in my dreams. I had to see. I knocked at the door and eventually an elderly gentleman opened the door.

"I'm interested in the house" I said.

"Sorry sir, it is no longer on the market." he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm afraid it is haunted by a ghost."

"Oh, who's ghost?" I asked.

"Yours sir", He replied as the door slowly closed.