Setting:
A cozy café in Aarhus, Denmark. It’s late afternoon, and the sun is setting behind the harbor. The café has warm lighting, cinnamon rolls, and lots of coffee.
Mikkel: (sips his cappuccino and leans in)
Okay, Sofie. I know you don’t believe in this stuff, but I swear on my grandmother’s old rug—something was in my flat last night.
Sofie: (smiling, raising an eyebrow)
Was it your laundry basket again? Or did the ghost of IKEA past knock over your bookshelf?
Mikkel:
I’m serious! I was brushing my teeth, and I heard footsteps in the hallway. Slow, creaky ones. Then—click!—the hallway light turned on by itself!
Sofie:
Mikkel, you live in a hundred-year-old building. The floors creak when you breathe too hard, and the wiring is older than the Queen. Maybe it’s just a faulty circuit.
Mikkel: (grinning but animated)
Or maybe it was Kirsten fra kælderen! Remember I told you about her? The woman who died in the basement during the war? The neighbors said she still walks around looking for her engagement ring.
Sofie: (laughing)
You’re a walking episode of Spøgelsesdanmark. How do you live like this?
Mikkel:
With salt at the windows and a firm no to Ouija boards, obviously. Look, nearly 40% of Danes believe in ghosts. That’s not nothing.
Sofie:
It’s also not evidence. Lots of people used to believe in sea monsters, too. Doesn’t mean we should be installing tentacle alarms at the docks.
Mikkel:
But how do you explain the feeling? The goosebumps, the chills, the presence? Science can’t measure that.
Sofie:
Actually, it can. There’s a psychological phenomenon called pareidolia—our brains are wired to see patterns and faces, even where none exist. Plus, high electromagnetic fields can cause people to feel watched or uneasy. Your basement ghost might just be an overworked fuse box.
Mikkel: (mock offended)
So you’re telling me my entire spooky childhood at my grandmother’s farmhouse was just faulty wiring?
Sofie:
Not just. Could’ve been sleep paralysis, imagination, or even that herring your grandma served at midnight.
Mikkel:
I once saw a woman in white walking across the yard at 2 a.m. My cousin saw her too. She had no face.
Sofie: (pretending to write it down)
“Case of shared hallucination due to overactive imagination and poor nighttime visibility.” Got it.
Mikkel: (laughs)
Come on! Doesn’t it make life a bit more interesting to believe there’s something beyond what we can explain?
Sofie:
Sure, stories are fun. I love a good horror film. But I’d rather not shape my worldview around things that can’t be tested or verified. You believe in ghosts—I believe in controlled experiments.
Mikkel:
What if I prove it to you? Spend the night at my place. The basement still has Kirsten’s old shoes. You’ll hear her tapping around at 3:13 a.m. sharp.
Sofie:
You’re on. But if nothing happens, you agree to read that book I gave you on critical thinking and the psychology of belief.
Mikkel:
Deal. But if she shows up, you’re helping me find that ring.
Sofie:
Only if she splits the rent.
(They both laugh, sipping their drinks as the sun dips lower, casting long shadows—some of them real, some maybe not.)
End Scene.
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