The next day was fairly normal. I went over to my mate's house that afternoon. We decided to go and fetch some of the others and have a game of footy. But, as we walked along the street, I saw a figure standing by a lamp post. I knew it couldn't be, but it was: my granddad was standing there, looking right back at me. I turned to my mate;

"Titch? You see that old guy over there? In the great-coat?" I pointed toward the lamppost.

"Where? I can't see anyone."

"There! Look!"

But Titch couldn't see anything, it was just me.

That evening, I thought long and hard about what was going on. Then quickly came to the conclusion that I didn't have a clue. As I thought, I noticed the smell again. But this time it wasn't choking, it was just enough for me to know it was there.

I had got used to the idea that the smoke smell was my granddad, so I just ignored it now, and went out into the conservatory. But as I passed through the door, he was there! Stood in the conservatory in his old greatcoat. Though not quite as clear as when I'd seen him earlier that day, sort of a shadow of himself. My blood ran cold, and I just stood and stared. The figure looked at me and smiled, then faded away, taking the stench of cigarette smoke with him.

第二天一切如常.那天下午我到朋友家里去。 我们决定去再叫几个朋友一起玩一场足球比赛。 但是走在街上,我突然看到灯柱边站着一个身影。 我知道这不可能,但我真的看到是我爷爷站在那儿，回过头看着我。 我问朋友: Titch,你看见那边那个老人吗?那个穿大衣的老人?”我指着灯柱.

“哪里呀?我没看见呀.”

“就在那,你看呀.”

但是Titch什么也没看见,只有我看得见.

那天晚上,我绞尽脑汁地想了很久,这到底是怎么回事。 很快我得出了结论:我实在不知道到底发生了什么。 我正在冥思苦想的时候,我又感觉到了烟味.但是这一次烟味不太呛人,只是淡淡的,刚好能让我感觉到它的存在。

我已经习惯了认为那股烟味是我爷爷的了， 所以现在我干脆就不理会这种味道,便进了温室。 当我穿过温室门的时候,我看到爷爷就站在那,穿着那件旧大衣站在温室里。 虽然晚上他看上去不像我白天看他的时候那么清楚,有点像他的阴影.我立刻毛骨悚然,照在原地,盯着爷爷看.那个身影也看着我笑,然后慢慢地淡了,连同他身上烟的味道一起散去了。