When I was little I saw a ghost. She was a woman. She wore a long black dress. Her face was sad. She told me:
-My little son is ill and I want to help him but I don’t know the place where he lives. Can you help me?
-Yes, I can.
-Thank you!
Then, I started looking for him. I was looking for him in his house, in his favourite places, in his friends’ houses, in his girlfriend’s house, but I didn’t find him. Then when I was desperate I thought: “When I’m ill I stay in hospital”. I will look for him in hospital and I will find him. The next day, the ghost and I visited her son. He told us he would get well very soon. Then, her mother left very happy and I didn’t see him again. Today, when I have dinner or lunch I talk about this ghost and her son. Some days, I go to visit the ghost’s son and talk about him. We are very good friends!
