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Make Believe World.

We live in a luxurious house with its own very large Garden; my neighbours are quiet people on both sides of the house. A Gardener comes in every day and it is thanks to him that our Garden is considered the best Garden in the street. The Gardener more or less came with the house when we were signing the papers or deeds to the house this man entered the office and introduced himself. I am your Gardener, I live where I have lived for the last thirty years, and that is in the shed at the bottom of the Garden, Your Garden as soon as you sign those papers. You are both private and will not hear from me but after thirty years I have I think the right to call myself your gardener. The man walked out and I heard the man saying ,”He is harmless but as you may have seen, he is a wonderful Gardener. If I were you I would keep him on, he says, records say that he has been with the house for over thirty years.”

I looked at my wife and she nodded her head, I shrugged my shoulders and signed the deeds of the house. My wife and I are now owners of one of the prettiest houses in the road. We occasionally see the man and I once spoke to him and asked him how much I should pay him for all of the work he does.  I was rewarded with a loud laugh. I need no money mine is a work of love. Mrs. Arabelle Smith gave this house to me. I was sworn on her deathbed to look after this house and its garden until I too am called up above in that place high above the clouds, No Sir Mrs Arabelle would not like it if I was to take money for what I promised on her day of death. When I asked did Mrs. Arabelle die. Quietly he pointed to a plaque on one of the walls. I read in coal black letters seventeen hundred and three. I looked at the man, asking myself has he been drinking alcohol, seventeen hundred and three he would be three hundred years or more. I smiled and walked away. If the man liked a drink it does not affect his work better to say nothing about it. Later I walked into town and entered the council Offices. They were very kind and gave me the records for the house. I could not believe my eyes the house was built in the year if sixteen hundred and sixty it was sold to Arabelle’s Father and over the years nothing on the house has ever been altered. It was said by one and all that, the Gardener was well over four hundred years old. According to legend he will never die but the ghost of Miss Arabelle ties him to the house. I went back home to my wife I did not say a word. It would be hell if I had told her about what I had seen in the Council records. The gardener is still with us, I must say he has not changed a bit he is still a young sprightly young man, He does his work, no grounds for complaint and whoever Miss Arabelle is or was she has done many people a favour by tying this man to the house. No the house is once again up for sale as some idiot told my wife the story of the house. Now I will have to do all of the digging, planting and watering any thing that my wife wants in her garden, believe me she has a very wide taste as far as flowers go and I will have to so spend many hours in my Garden because some fool had to open his mouth too wide. As for Miss Arabelle I hope that she soon will free the Gardener from his given word. He has over hundreds of years seen to the house and garden. It seems that some kind of supernatural power is looking over Arabelle and her house and Garden. Reams of paper written by Foremen of the council complaining that it is not possible with the most modern of tools one cannot dig trenches to lay on water supplies to the house. The same goes with the electric lighting companies not even the old roofing Tyler is allowed to move not even one slate on the roof. Most of the Village people give it a wide birth it is only some young foolhardy youngster that will go near the house and people like the wife and I, we both enjoyed our stay and an swear that the house is not haunted or at least we have never seen Miss Arabelle, only the Gardener, I would not have the cheek to ask him for his papers who knows what state they would be in after a couple of hundred years or so. Bern your scribbler wishes you well, if any Ghosties are tied to your house. Mind you it does have some advantages. No building work to be done. No neighbourly visitors to bother you and knowing that you and your Family are occupying a haunted house not many people can say the same. Bern