My husband removed the 1980s bath-panel and found something bizarre.
A 1914 penny under an upstairs bath in a 1950s house.
We put it safe and ‘Googled’. In 1914, a penny bought half a pint of beer or loaf of bread or pint of milk.
The penny’s since disappeared.
Our friendly ghost’s playing tricks again. It often plays piano or rattles pipes. Bet that’s who put the coin where it shouldn’t have been.
No doubt it’s now sloped off with phantom mates to buy spectral beer at The Headless Spook Inn, which I suspect is in our attic.
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