There was once this old woman who was about to die her only friend was a gardener. in her will she left every thing to the gardener apart for her rings wich she loved very much.she wanted to be bureid in her garden.so she died and this man got all her stuff.now he was a very big gambler and he had betted of most of the house and he wanted it back he had no money left so in the middle of the night he dug her up and tried to get the rings off her fingers they were stuck so he chopped her fingers of and betted the rings the next day.
A week or so after he was sitting on his own in the living room with a fire going in front of him and the room suddenly went very cold. he felt a hand on his sholder but he cold not feel any fingers. he turned and the lady was standing the with the axe he had used to chop her fingers off with and she shouted WHERE'S MY RINGS?