Roommate with a Ghost

Tanmay had just moved to town to find a job. A light budget, minimal options - he rented only an old, dilapidated apartment. The place was dusty and creakful, giving it the unmistakable horror movie vibe. But Tanmay shrugged.

"Ghost? "He muttered, This is just a brain error. "

On the first day, he ran his bed, ran Wi-Fi, and ordered biryani naturally. Cooking is for those who live their lives together.

He woke up. Sleepy eyes searched for the room. His phone loader hadn't fallen to the floor himself.

"The wind must be," he muttered.

The next night, it happened again. This time an old novel fell off the bookshelf - the same.

Tanmay shook a little. "Maybe a mouse?" He thought, trying to imagine something even worse. But the third night was a real deal. He carefully closed all the doors and windows, cleaned up obstacles, and whispered: "Tonight is not a fun business."

3 A.M. Click... Flicker... Zzzt! The table light flashes, and that's it. He had turned it off before going to bed.

Tanmay was sweating now. He insisted his mind was in front of him: The next morning, in the office, he couldn't concentrate. Instead of reporting, he was "signs of a haunted house."

For lunch, he was already calling the local exorcist - a red scarf, a bag of incense bags, a confident old man of Netflix priests.

"Baba" arrived that night. He walked through the room, wielding frankincense around and explained

to a strict sole. "There are definitely some unnatural things."

Tanmay almost died. "What is Baba?"

Baba said with a narrow eye: "Maybe there is no dangerous spirit... But something is happening. I will do what I can."

Tanmay nodded, keeping his bottle of water like a charm.

That night, the house smelled like burning herbs. However, at 2am, it rolled over and bum! The ceiling fan has been turned off. The light continued to flicker. Tanmay almost cried.

"Did you pay 500 Taka for this nonsense?"

The next day, irritated, half asleep, he was called an electrician. The man appeared in worn sandals and bit Bethelblat and said: He climbed for about ten minutes, then pointed to an old power strip (multiplug). "This is your heart, boss. It's like crazy. Therefore, the fan dies, the charger drops, and her lights become disco. "

Tanmay flashed.

The electrician laughed. There are no ghosts here. Just angry electricity."

Tanmay abandoned the power strip as if he had personally humiliated his ancestors. He bought a brand new one with loop protection and used it with awe.

Everything remained calm tonight. There are no books. There is no light flash. There is no ghostly fan behavior. For the first time in a few days, he slept like a stone. Tanmay laughed as he was in bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Always...it wasn't a ghost. It was a cheap power strip that played the horror director."