"The stories are true. I can sense it. I don't know how to explain it, but I know they've just got to be true," you say, desperate for them to believe it the way you do. "Don't you feel it when you're walking home at night when it's foggy out?"
Your friends stare at you. Their expressions could be described as blank at best.
"That's called paranoia," Addy says.
"You're just trying to spook us," Anuja adds. "Please don't, it's not cool."
"I'm not," you insist. "I'm only saying that if there's no obvious explanation that rational logic can provide us, then there must be some truth to what people here say."
"Because if we experts with our many degrees in physics and psychology can't explain it, then it must be ghosts," Addy says, and you nearly drown in the flood of sarcasm.
There is long silence during which you can tell Kirill has something else he wants to ask.
"What is it?" you finally ask.
"It's about Rex. I keep hearing about him, but I'm not entirely sure exactly what it is he did to you all."
"God, where to even begin," Anuja mutters. "He was a jerk. He was our friend, and then he wasn't. As soon as he wasn't, he made our lives miserable whenever he had the chance."
"How so?" Kirill asks.
There are a lot of examples to pull from, but one instance comes to mind immediately.