Rahul, a young, slender delivery boy with nervous eyes and a bright yellow raincoat, checks his phone for the address. The mansion looms before him, windows like dark, watching eyes. He hesitates at the gate, shifting the pizza box under his arm, before pushing it open, heart thudding in his chest.
"This can't be right. Who orders pizza at a place like this after midnight?"
"Hello? Pizza delivery! Anyone home?"
A sudden chill sweeps through the air, and the door slams shut behind him. The silence deepens, broken only by the distant sound of soft weeping from upstairs.
Inside, a girl in a white dress sits on the floor, back turned. Her hair is long and tangled, and she rocks gently, clutching a tattered teddy bear. Rahul swallows, forcing himself to speak.
"Miss? Your pizza’s here. Are you all right?"
The girl’s head turns slowly, her face unnaturally pale, eyes hollow and black.
The Ghost Girl, the true inhabitant of the mansion, reveals herself—her form flickering between solid and transparent, her face twisted in sorrow and rage.
"You brought me what they never did. You saw me when no one else dared to come."
"Stay with me, please. I’m so lonely. Be my friend… forever."
Rahul’s vision blurs as the room spins, his body growing colder. The pizza box slips from his grasp, landing with a dull thud.
The mansion stands silent once more, but if one listens closely, a new voice joins the lonely chorus within its walls. Somewhere in the shadows, a delivery boy in a yellow raincoat stands beside the ghost girl, their laughter echoing through the emptiness, forever trapped between worlds.
