I moved to an old house in downtown Broadway. The upper floors of the house where I rented an apartment were empty for a long time.

It was a kingdom of dust and cobwebs, loneliness and silence.

I was embarrassed by the silence and neglect of the house, as if I had disturbed the peace of the dead. For the first time in my life, I felt superstitious fear, and when a sticky web entangled my face, it seemed to me that a ghost was in front of me.

I got to my apartment, locked the door tightly, lit a fire in the fireplace, and finally felt safe. I indulged in memories and listened to the howling wind outside the window, until I began to fall asleep. Suddenly my blanket crawled down, as if someone pulled it off me. Barely breathing in horror, I tried to fight the unknown robber, but he was stronger than me. I groaned, and someone in the dark repeated my moan. Then I heard heavy steps resembling the clatter of an elephant. Someone stepped through a locked door and silence reigned.

Calming down, I told myself that it was just a nightmare, checked the locks on the door, sat down with the pipe at the cain and suddenly saw a huge trail on the ash. I didn’t imagine, a giant visited my room! Paralyzed by horror, I lay back in bed again. A few minutes passed in silence and darkness, then near the bed itself there were screams, groans, sighs, muffled conversations, from the corridor there was a rumble and clang of rusty chains, and blood dripped from the ceiling.

My home was invaded, my loneliness was broken.

I saw ghostly faces, and a cold hand touched my face. Barely alive from fear, I lit a light and moved to the fireplace. Then I heard the elephant stomp again. A huge cloud appeared in front of me. She began to change shape, condense, until she turned into a mighty naked handsome. I recognized the Cardiff giant in him and stopped being afraid - everyone knows that the giants are unusually kind.

The giant tried to sit on a chair, then on the bed and smashed the furniture into pieces. I was indignant and scolded my guest for spoiling the furniture and obscene appearance. The giant apologized embarrassedly, wrapped himself in a blanket, jammed a wash basin on his head and sat on the floor.

After chatting with the guest for half an hour, I noted his tired appearance. The giant shared his grief with me. He is the ghost of the Cardiffsco giant, and will find peace only when his marble body is laid on the ground. The ghost decided to frighten people in order to make them bury the body in the museum opposite my house. However, at night there is nobody in the museum, and the giant decided to scare the residents of the nearest house, enlisting the support of the most terrible ghosts. For many years, the giant with his terrible company wandered around the empty house, got completely exhausted, and finally met a living person.

The giant began to beg me to give him “at least a ghostly hope”, but I could only regret the petrified eccentric. All this time, he "wandered around a plaster copy", while the real Cardiff giant was in Albany.

I never read on anyone's face such a frank desire to fall through the ground with shame and humiliation.

He admitted that he found himself in an extremely stupid position, and asked not to tell anyone about such an annoying mistake.Then the giant left my home. I was sorry that he left, but even more I felt sorry for my blanket and basin, which the giant carried with him.