After what seemed a long time, the door slowly opened. An old woman stood there. 'What do you want?' she asked grumpily. John explained that he had found her dog. 'Dog, what dog?‘ she snapped. 'A little brown and white dog', John replied, 'he's right here.' When he turned around, however, the dog wasn't there. The old woman asked him why he wanted to play tricks on her. 'What do you mean? John asked. She responded, 'I used to have a little dog like the one you described, but he died years ago.' John apologised and walked away. To this day, John cannot decide if the dog had been real, or if it had been a ghost. What do you think?