This afternoon I made myself a cup of tea and a cheese sandwich.

Just as I was about to enjoy this tasty snack I got the turtle's head and had to rush to the bog.

Upon returning downstairs after my bowel movement I noticed my sandwich had "disappeared".

I asked my brother (who was half-pissed and the only other person in the house) if he had consumed it, he swore blind that he hadn't, even though he had bread crumbs on his jumper.

This has lead me to the conclusion that a hungry ghost stole my sandwich.

If anyone else has any theories of what may have happened to my sandwich then please let me know, as I'm now terrified to go to sleep, thinking that my house is haunted.