My Roommate is a Ghost… and She Won’t Pay Rent! - The Most Unemployed Ghost Meets the Most Unlucky Human - Part 1
Raghav was not lonely.
He was just… socially buffering.
His phone had 2 contacts.
One was “Mom ❤️”… the other was “Spam Likely”.
On a peaceful Tuesday night, he spoke to his ceiling fan.
Because it was the only thing that rotated around him consistently.
That night… everything changed.
Not dramatically. Not heroically. Just… stupidly.
“WHO ATE MY BISCUITS?” he shouted from the kitchen.
“Relax. They expired yesterday. I saved your life,” said a voice.
Raghav froze.
He slowly turned around…
like a man who had watched too many horror movies but learned nothing.
On his sofa…
sat a ghost.
Not a scary ghost.
Not a glowing ghost.
A ghost… in pajamas… eating his biscuits.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Meera. I died. You live here. We share now.”
Raghav blinked.
“Okay,” he said calmly.
Then fainted like a champion.
He woke up 10 minutes later.
The ghost was still there.
“Good, you’re back,” she said. “I don’t know CPR. I would have just Googled it.”
“You’re… a ghost?” he whispered.
“Wow. Observant. Were you always this sharp or did loneliness sharpen you?”
“I live alone.”
“Correction,” she said, munching loudly.
“You used to live alone.”
Raghav tried logic.
“Ghosts don’t exist.”
Meera nodded. “Correct.”
“You’re not real.”
“Also correct.”
“Then… who finished my biscuits?”
She raised the empty packet.
“Your imagination is very hungry.”
Silence.
Raghav stood up.
Walked to the door.
Opened it.
“Please leave,” he said politely to the ghost.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I’m dead, not homeless. This is my house too.”
“You don’t pay rent!”
She leaned forward.
“And you don’t pay attention. I’ve been here before you.”
Raghav sat down.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like his brain had resigned from its job.
“So… what do you want?”
Meera smiled.
“Company.”
He stared.
“I wanted silence.”
“Well,” she said, grabbing another snack,
“life is full of disappointments.”
That night, Raghav didn’t sleep.
Not because of fear.
Because the ghost snored.
LOUDLY.
“HOW do you snore?!” he shouted.
“I died tired,” she replied.
At 3 AM…
Raghav stared at the ceiling.
“Maybe I’ve lost my mind…”
From the sofa, Meera said:
“Good. Now we finally have something in common.”
And just like that…
A lonely man
and a jobless ghost
started the most unnecessary, chaotic,
and rent-free relationship in history.
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