The Ghost Detective
I have did read some stories and I thought to share you so the first story
The Ghost Detective
When I first came to London thirty years ago, I met a young man, James Loxley who worked in the wine business. The company he worked for sold wine to pubs and restaurants, and just after I met him he got a new job in the company with more money. Because of this he was able to get married and I went to his wedding. His wife was a pretty girl with fair hair and blue eyes. It was clear to everyone that they loved each other.
They went to live in a new house outside London and I visited them often. Over the next three years, they had two beautiful children and they were a very happy family. They did not have much money and had only one servant, a rather stupid girl called Susan. One year they asked me to come to their home for Christmas dinner. We had a lovely meal and then sat in their sitting-room, laughing and talking. It was a small but comfortable room. In the corner was a Christmas tree and on the well was a painting of Loxley’s mother and father, who were both dead.
Loxley loved this painting. He told me that it was just like his parents and he often felt that they were really in the room with him.
After Christmas Loxley came with me to visit my old uncle for few days. He seemed very quiet during the trip and I thought perhaps he wanted to be with his wife and children.
When the holiday was over, we travelled to London together early in the morning to go to work. He seemed worried during the journey but he did not say why~!@q. The next day I could not believe it when I heard that he was in prison for stealing money from his company$$t. I immediately went to see him and on the way I remembered his quietness over the last few days. I also began to think about how expensive it was with two children and how Loxley probably needed money. But, no, it was impossible. I knew that he was an honest man.
At the prison I talked to him and this is they story he told me: On December the 24th, Christmas Eve, I went to one of my customers, John Rogers, and asked him to pay his bill. He is often late with payments and I wanted to get the money before the Christmas holiday. He gave me a cheque and I immediately took it to the bank and cashed it, because in the past this customer has written a cheque and then stopped it before we could get the cash. It was too late to go to the office, so I decided to keep the money until after the holiday. I put it in my pocket and went home. On the day we left my house to visit your uncle, I could not find the money and I become very worried. I looked all over the house, but it was nowhere. I was afraid to go back to work.
When I told my boss about it, he did not understand why I didn’t come to the office immediately when I couldn’t find the money. He did not believe my story and called me a thief.
At that moment we heard someone crying and screaming outside the door
I will the complete the story later:)
I have did read some stories and I thought to share you so the first story
The Ghost Detective
When I first came to London thirty years ago, I met a young man, James Loxley who worked in the wine business. The company he worked for sold wine to pubs and restaurants, and just after I met him he got a new job in the company with more money. Because of this he was able to get married and I went to his wedding. His wife was a pretty girl with fair hair and blue eyes. It was clear to everyone that they loved each other.
They went to live in a new house outside London and I visited them often. Over the next three years, they had two beautiful children and they were a very happy family. They did not have much money and had only one servant, a rather stupid girl called Susan. One year they asked me to come to their home for Christmas dinner. We had a lovely meal and then sat in their sitting-room, laughing and talking. It was a small but comfortable room. In the corner was a Christmas tree and on the well was a painting of Loxley’s mother and father, who were both dead.
Loxley loved this painting. He told me that it was just like his parents and he often felt that they were really in the room with him.
After Christmas Loxley came with me to visit my old uncle for few days. He seemed very quiet during the trip and I thought perhaps he wanted to be with his wife and children.
When the holiday was over, we travelled to London together early in the morning to go to work. He seemed worried during the journey but he did not say why~!@q. The next day I could not believe it when I heard that he was in prison for stealing money from his company$$t. I immediately went to see him and on the way I remembered his quietness over the last few days. I also began to think about how expensive it was with two children and how Loxley probably needed money. But, no, it was impossible. I knew that he was an honest man.
At the prison I talked to him and this is they story he told me: On December the 24th, Christmas Eve, I went to one of my customers, John Rogers, and asked him to pay his bill. He is often late with payments and I wanted to get the money before the Christmas holiday. He gave me a cheque and I immediately took it to the bank and cashed it, because in the past this customer has written a cheque and then stopped it before we could get the cash. It was too late to go to the office, so I decided to keep the money until after the holiday. I put it in my pocket and went home. On the day we left my house to visit your uncle, I could not find the money and I become very worried. I looked all over the house, but it was nowhere. I was afraid to go back to work.
When I told my boss about it, he did not understand why I didn’t come to the office immediately when I couldn’t find the money. He did not believe my story and called me a thief.
At that moment we heard someone crying and screaming outside the door
I will the complete the story later:)
he is just in the jail ,, and our ghosts come from free people and dead one at the same time . Foreginer ghosts are 
just wait for one day more
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