Once there lived a little old woman. She lived happily with her husband, when suddenly he was called away to the war.

 She now lived alone in her house and at every evening at 9.00 she would stand by her little gate and watch the road. The villagers had noticed that ever since her husband had left that not only the woman but also the house seemed full of distress and sorrow.

It didn't matter where she was or what she was doing but the old lady would always be there at 9.00 and watch from her gate.

After hours of standing there she would sadly make her way back inside.
Rumours were said that the old woman's husband has died in the war. But that the old woman had refused to believe that. And ever since that day when she had wished her  husband farewell she had been standing by the gate desperately waiting.
 "I'll be standing right here untill you return."
 She had told him. But many days passed and the war ended.

 "He's coming back!" She had told the villagers when they had asked her.
The days went passed. Weeks. Months. And soon even a year, but still the lady stood there every evening at 9.00 waiting.

 Then one day she fell very ill. The ambulance came and tried to take her away. But the old lady refused. More time passed and still she waited.

Then one night she died....

The lady awoke as a ghost. She glided to her little gate to wait and stopped. Her husband smiled back at her. "Iv been waiting!" He told her.

 The old lady was overjoyed to see her dead husband. The two ghosts could rest in peace now that they had found each other once more...