Kay: Oh, Doug, this house is fantastic! I love old houses.
Doug: There’s a ghost here, you know.
Kay: What? Don’t be silly. Are you trying to scare me?
Doug: No, really. I’ve been coming here for years. We used to stay here when I was a kid. I saw the ghost myself once.
Kay: Very funny, Doug. I don’t believe in ghosts.
Doug: You don’t? Well, I do.
Kay: Where did you see the ghosts?
Doug: Upstairs—in the bedroom.
Kay: Ha, ha. Did it have a white sheet over its head?
Doug: No, no. It was just an ordinary ghost. He was wearing clothes from the 1800s.
Kay: He? Who?
Doug: The ghost. I’ll tell you about it. I’d been out riding a bicycle all day and I was really tired, so I went to bed early.
Kay: Had you been drinking?
Doug: No, no.
Kay: Well, go on. What happened?
Doug: I’d been in bed for two or three hours.
Kay: How did you know that it was a few hours?
Doug: There’s an old grandfather clock in the bedroom.
You’ll see it when we go upstairs. Anyway, the man was standing beside it.