Haunted House.

When i were a lad & ate Hovis on a regular basis me & a few pals rang the bell at a remote house nr Walthamstow reach. The door creaked open & a man disguised as a butler answered.''YES''he said. I said ''can i speak to the master?he said ''the master has been dead for fifteen years..............but if you hold on ill get him for you'' We left the premises at the speed of light leaving a strong aroma behind us.......Has anybody else had something similar happen to them?