<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Ghoststory on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/ghoststory/</link><description>Recent content in Ghoststory on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/ghoststory/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Ghost Story</title><link>/stories/2017/07/21/a-ghost-story/</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/07/21/a-ghost-story/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The old house on the cliffs overlooking the sea must have been quite a place when it was built over 300 years ago. But now it was a little worse for wear and its once impressive gardens had long been neglected. The owners had plans to restore the place to something like its former glory. So, rather than allowing the place to stand empty until the restoration work could start, they had let Ken and Jessica live there rent free. The pair of them were quite excited about living in an old house that was supposed to be haunted. Then I got a call from Jessica inviting Mandi and me down for the weekend. She had already told us quite a lot about the house so I was looking forward to actually seeing the place and meeting the ghost. A couple of weeks later Mandi and I threw our cases in the boot of my car and set off on the 200 mile drive down to the coast.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>