After a few hours of fighting with the washing machine, Lug found a way to get it to work by plugging it in near the sink outside the house.

As for the TV, it was turned on, but Lug had not yet found a position where the antenna would pick up anything.

Eno was annoyed with Lug moving the antenna around, so he went over to see if he could help, and suddenly the TV started picking up something.

"Eno! Don't move!" said Lug excitedly.

People could be seen dancing on the TV, and Gavan, usually so calm, was shocked.

"But what is this? Who are these people?" asked the old man.

"The television picks up signals that turn into an image, they are people far away from here!" said Lug.

Eno didn't move, but he was just as amazed at what he saw as Gavan.

Lug decided to let them watch TV while he went to wash his clothes.

When he returned a few minutes later, they were both sitting there, consumed by the dance show.

Lug wondered if bringing the TV was a good idea, but when he saw Gavan laughing in front of the TV with Eno, his doubts vanished.

That night, he asked the two ghosts to turn off the TV. They obeyed in frustration.

Lug felt like the father of this little family. He took care to unplug the TV before going to bed.

Gavan walked Eno to the door and wished him a good night.

TV did wonders for their relationship.

The next morning, Lug was awakened by a scream.

He got up suddenly, frightened.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

The TV was on and Eno was watching it with Gavan, worse, they were changing channels regularly.

"But what's going on, I unplugged the TV, how do you do that?"

"Oh, Lug... Sorry I woke you up, Gavan put on a horror movie, ghosts are so scary in movies!" Eno said with a frightened look.

Lug got up and went to the TV socket, it was still unplugged, the antenna was still connected.

"It doesn’t make sense" he thought.

He took the TV with the antenna outside, under the complaints of Eno and Gavan.

"Look, you guys are out of control. If you want the TV so badly, I'll put it in the shack, you don't need electricity to watch it for some reason. You’ll be fine"

This condition seemed reasonable to the two ghosts.

After installing the TV and its antenna in the shack, Lug did not see Gavan or Eno for several days.

He glimpsed their silhouettes in the shadows of the shack every time he went to get tools.

During this time Lug began to get rid of the weeds around his house, he cleaned his walls and he rested a lot.

The first one to come out of the shack, was Eno, after 3 days.

"Hey Eno, it's been a while. Are you taking a break?"

"No, TV and I are done. They stopped my favorite show..." Eno looked sad.

"Ah. Okay, sorry for you."

"That's okay, watching you work is more entertaining than watching TV."

"By the way... How did you manage to watch TV without electricity?" asked Lug.

"Electricity? I don't know, when you were sleeping we spent some time focusing on the TV and after a while it turned on. That's it."

Just when Lug thought he knew all about ghosts, something new and unexplainable happened.

It was after another four days that Lug saw Gavan again.

When he came home one evening, he was sitting at the table drinking his tea, as if nothing had happened.

"Good evening, Gavan. Aren't you watching TV?"

"No, I'm done." he said dryly.

"You too have finished your series? Ahahah." Lug laughed.

Gavan didn't say a word, but Lug knew right away that he had touched a sensitive point.

The atmosphere became so heavy that he decided to go to bed soon after.

The next day Lug went to pick up the TV from the shack to put it back in the dump.

"It's better for everyone if it goes back to where it came from," thought Lug.

Once at the dump he put the TV and the antenna down, he stared at the black screen for some time, as if it would turn on by itself.

He finally gave up on the TV, took the cart that had helped him bring it to the dump and went through the front of the cemetery to get back home.

As he passed he heard a shout.

"Hey, HEY, HEEEYYYY, look here, it's me! Do you recognize me?"

Lug couldn't see who it was, but he thought he recognized the nudist he met on his way back from town.

"Oh, hello... I'm a little busy, have a nice day!"

Lug shouted before hurrying back without trying to figure out what this strange ghost was doing with the two guards.

On the way back he came face to face with a man in uniform, the ghost of a policeman.

"Mr. Lug I presume? I am officer Polet, I would like to talk to you about a very reasonable request."