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It was a cold december evening. Albert was stood beside his father's grave -who had died the day before from heart attack- thinking to the all sweet memories of his father and weeping bitter tears of sadness. sudenly a strange thing happened. there was a sound of knocking coming from the grave. he was astonished. he wiped off his tears and listened carefully. that was true. really there was a knocking sound coming from the grave. he was scared, but for a moment he felt a spark of hope. he looked around and saw an oldman digging a grave in the distant. he ran towards him hopefully. when he approached the old man he cried: ''please help, i think my dad is alive. there is a knocking sound coming from his grave. i'm sure he's alive and is asking for help.''
-''ok. calm down. i'll come with you to check it.'' uttered the old man. he put his shovel down and followed Albert towards the grave. when they approached there the old man bent forward and listened carefully. it seemed that somebody was knocking at the gravestone from below. it was strange but true.
''the grave must be dug up.'' said the oldman.
-''ok. and i'll go to the village to bring some people for help. i'll be back soon.'' said albert.
the graveyard was too far from village. there was about half an hour distance between the graveyard and village.
it took more than an hour that Albert came back with some guys. he ran towards the old man and asked him: ''what did you do?''
the old man answered: ''you were right. your father was alive. but dont worry yourself. he's really dead now.''