A recent taxi ride turned spooky when, totally out of the blue, my driver asked: "Do you believe in ghosts?"
"Yes, of course," I replied, nodding in the direction of the rear-view mirror. Then I added my two satangs of quasi-scientific reasoning: "Ghosts may be the energy remaining after people lose their physical existence."
"You know what? A ghost was right there on the bonnet of this cab and he was knocking on the windscreen, asking to use my body as a vessel for his spirit," the taxi driver said, tripping over words in his eagerness to share. "Whenever I tell people about this, they think I'm crazy."
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