There was a pub landlord who had an old Labrador but one day, as he was putting the dog out for the night, the door blew shut in the wind and cut off its tail. The injury did not heal and the dog died of gangrene. A year later, at midnight, the landlord was wakened by a rattling of chains and the ghostly form of his dog appeared:
"I cannot go to doggie heaven until I am made whole again" said the ghost of the dog.
"Sorry" said the landlord. "I am not allowed to re-tail spirits after 11 o'clock".
Any more phantom stories anyone....?