“Do you believe in ghosts?
If you do, great.
If you don’t, I am going to make you a believer.” He shut his eyes, as if gathering his thoughts, and then pressed a button on the remote control. An image appeared on the screen behind him. It was of the recent storm which battered the entire island.
“Do you see that?” He pointed at the two plastic chairs in the image. “It was the only things that weren’t damaged.” He paused, “There’s a legitimate reason for that. Five year ago, an elderly couple died sitting in those chairs.”