My ex-flatmate thought there was a ghost outside his window one night, after a particularly heavy session.
He lay there for a short while listening to a mournful 'Woooooooooooooooooo' noise, with what he thought were clanking chains, in abject fear. He decided to confront his nemesis, and threw open his curtains to see...
...a milk float.
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...a milk float.