They didn't sleep.
Instead, they sat in the kitchen holding a rolling pin, a cricket bat, and a very weak sense of bravery.
At 3:17 AM, the fridge door creaked open.
A figure stepped out.
Not floated.
Stepped.
Which somehow made it worse.
He was pale, translucent, wearing a faded kurta and looking… deeply annoyed.
"Who are you?" Riya demanded.
The ghost crossed his arms.
"I am Anirban Chatterjee. Former tenant. Current victim of extremely poor afterlife management."
Arjun blinked. "You're… surprisingly articulate for a ghost."
Anirban glared. "And you're surprisingly stupid for someone still alive."