-Room Z- 🚪
The last room of the council.
Because apparently, destiny looked at Lily and Meena and said: “Yeah… these two definitely belong at the end.”
The giant wooden door creaaaaked open dramatically.
And the second they entered, both froze.
Because the room was HUGE.
Not a luxury huge.
Chaotic huge.
It looked like a haunted hostel, abandoned theatre, underground K-drama dorm, and emotional damage centre —all combined.
Ghost bunk beds floated in the air.
Random candles burned blue.
Someone’s detached leg was hanging from the ceiling fan.
Another one was upside down, reading a newspaper.
And in the corner…
A soft Korean song was playing.
Lily gasped, “WAIT.”
Meena narrowed her eyes, “No way…”
And then— A tall ghost slowly turned around dramatically.
Silver hair.
Round glasses.
Oversized hoodie.
Gentle smile.
Literal K-drama male lead aura.
The background music somehow got louder.
Lily clutched Meena’s arm.
“OH MY GOD HE LOOKS LIKE A K-DRAMA SECOND LEAD WHO DIES IN EPISODE 15”
The guy blinked politely.
“…안녕하세요?”
(Annyeonghaseyo?)
Lily and Meena stopped breathing.
The entire oxygen supply of the afterlife stopped breathing.
“HE SPEAKS KOREAN ALSO.”
The ghost smiled softly.
“My name is Kim.”
Lily immediately grabbed Meena’s shoulders violently.
“DID WE TELEPORT TO KOREA?”
Kim laughed awkwardly.
“OH, … I’m actually from Seoul.”
Lily’s soul almost left her ghostly body again.
“You’re telling me I finally met a Korean guy AFTER DYING?”
Kim nodded respectfully.
“Yes.”
“THIS IS SO UNFAIR.”
All four roommates slowly introduced themselves.
And honestly?
None of them looked mentally stable.
1.
Kim — The Helpful Ghost 🧑🏻👻
Kim died three years ago.
How?
Well…
Kim always wanted to explore India.
He loved Indian food, Bollywood songs, festivals, people, everything.
So he came from Korea to India and started living here happily.
But then…, too much work.
Too much stress.
Too much pressure, trying to adjust to everything.
One day, while working nonstop and carrying groceries during heavy rain.
A refrigerator fell from a truck directly on him.
Silence.
Lily blinked.
“…A refrigerator?”
Kim nodded sadly.
“Yes.”
Since then, Kim became one of the kindest ghosts in the council.
He helped everyone.
Cooked energy food.
Translated ancient ghost languages.
Did paperwork.
Helped new ghosts emotionally.
And apparently became Room Z’s unofficial mother.
2.
Mr Johnson — The Angry Old American Ghost 🧑🏻🍳👻
An old ghost floated forward.
White moustache, suspenders, old cowboy hat.
Permanent angry face.
“I am Richard Johnson.”
Lily whispered dramatically, “That is the most American name I’ve ever heard.”
“I HEARD THAT.”
“How did you die?” Meena asked.
Mr Johnson sighed deeply.
“I argued with a pressure cooker.”
Silence.
“What?”
I visit India to learn cooking and then try to cook food by watching YouTube.
The cooker whistled at me.
I whistled back.
Explosion.”
Meena turned away because she was laughing too hard.
Mr Johnson pointed angrily.
“DON’T LAUGH.”
3.
Rosy Aunty — Drama Queen Ghost 👰🏻 👻
Sparkles followed her.
For no reason.
“I died because of betrayal.”
Everyone gasped.
She pointed emotionally.
“My husband ate the last piece of cake without sharing it with me.”
“…and?”
“I choked while screaming at him.”
The room went silent.
Kim sighed.
“She tells this story every night.”
“BECAUSE PAIN NEVER DIES, KIM.”
Lily suddenly narrowed her eyes.
Then slowly looked between Rosy and Mr Johnson.
Then back again.
Then, Meena & Lily pointed dramatically.
“YOU TWO LIKE EACH OTHER.”
Mr Johnson nearly exploded.
“WHAT NONSENSE.”
Rosy turned red instantly.
“WE DO NOT.”
Lily gasped dramatically again.
“WAIT WAIT WAIT—”
She pointed at Rosy excitedly.
“WE ARE LITERALLY IN THE BLACKPINK MEMBER LINEUP.”
Everyone stared at her.
Lily counted on her fingers.
“Lisa. Jennie. Jisoo. AND ROSÉ.”
Then she pointed at Rosy emotionally.
“And Rosy aunty literally looks like Rosé. She’s beautiful.”
Rosy blinked softly.
“…really?”
Mr Johnson crossed his arms proudly.
“She is beautiful.”
Complete silence.
Lily screamed.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH.”
Mr. Johnson:
“STOP MAKING THAT SOUND.”
Rosy covered her face shyly.
“I am not that beautiful…”
Mr Johnson immediately replied:
“Yes, you are.”
The entire room exploded with screaming.
And Rosy literally disappeared into the mirror from embarrassment.
4.
Tikku — The Meme Ghost 🧑🏻💻👻
Tiny teenager ghost.
Hyperactive.
Cursed energy.
Died while making a rooftop dance reel.
During the rain.
While holding a ring light.
“Worth it,” he said proudly.
“No, it wasn’t,” everyone replied together.
______________
After introductions, Everyone slowly settled down.
And then suddenly, Kim noticed Lily and Meena becoming unusually quiet.
Which was terrifying.
Because silence from those two meant danger.
Kim sat beside them softly.
“…what happened?”
Lily looked down for the first time.
And quietly said:
“Actually… we don’t know how we died.”
The room went silent.
Tikku stopped moving.
Rosy slowly came out of the mirror again.
Mr Johnson frowned slightly.
Meena sighed, “we remember small things… but not the actual death.”
Everyone sat and listened carefully.
Then Lily explained everything.
About heaven.
About the protector of the Heaven Gate.
About the task.
That they had twenty days.
Twenty days to discover the truth behind their deaths.
Only then could they truly move forward toward heaven.
Otherwise… They would remain stuck.
Forever.
The room became strangely emotional.
Because every single ghost there knew how they died.
But Lily and Meena?
They didn’t even know their own ending.
Mr Johnson quietly muttered, “That’s rough, kids.”
Rosy actually looked sad for once.
Kim smiled gently, “then we’ll help you.”
Lily looked up.
Kim continued warmly, “You’re not alone anymore.”
For a moment…
The room actually felt peaceful.
Emotional.
Heartwarming.
And then Tikku ruined it.
“GROUP HUGGGGG.”
Everyone screamed as he launched himself into them.
To lighten the room environment, Kim quietly asked,
“…you both like Korean dramas?”
Lily and Meena slowly turned toward him.
Too slow.
Too dangerously.
Kim got scared.
“Y-yes?”
The next ten minutes were horrifying.
“WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE DRAMA?”
“DO YOU KNOW BTS?”
“BLACKPINK???”
“ARE YOU AN ARMY?”
“THEN WHO IS YOUR BIASED?”
Kim was fighting for his life.
And then disaster happened.
Kim casually said:
“I know a little singing.”
Lily slammed the table.
“EXCUSE ME?”
Five minutes later—
Room Z became a literal concert hall.
Tikku somehow found floating microphones.
Blue ghost lights appeared.
Mr Johnson became a security guard for no reason.
Rosy used dramatic lighting on herself.
And then— Kim started singing.
Softly.
Beautifully.
A BTS song echoed through the room.
Lily and Meena immediately screamed like possessed pigeons.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
Kim got embarrassed.
“Please don’t scream…”
“YOU SOUND LIKE AN OST SINGER.”
Then Meena joined with the BTS lyrics, horribly offbeat.
Lily started backup dancing aggressively.
Tikku added unnecessary beatboxing.
Rosy Aunty used emotional slow-motion effects with her ghost powers.
Mr Johnson covered his ears.
“THIS IS NOT MUSIC; THIS IS DEMONIC ATTACK.”
But somehow…
Everyone started vibing.
Even the grumpy ghosts outside the room slowly gathered near the door.
One ghost whispered emotionally:
“…they’re stupid.”
Another nodded.
“…but entertaining.”
Hours later—
The room looked destroyed.
Pillows exploded.
Someone’s ghost arm was in the lamp.
Tikku was hanging from the curtain rod.
Rosy Aunty was emotionally singing breakup songs alone.
And Kim?
Kim was laughing.
Actually laughing.
For the first time in years.
He looked at Lily and Meena warmly.
“You two are… very chaotic.”
Lily proudly nodded.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Finally, around midnight—
Everyone collapsed onto beds.
Absolute silence.
Then, Lily started snoring.
LOUDLY.
The walls shook.
Candles flickered.
One nearby ghost screamed from another room: “EARTHQUAKE??”
Meena was somehow worse.
She slept diagonally across the bed like a starfish fighting demons.
Kim stared at them.
“…how are they sleeping this hard?”
Mr Johnson sighed.
“They probably haven’t rested peacefully in a long time.”
And for the first time since dying…
Lily and Meena slept deeply.
Comfortably.
Without fear.
Without sadness.
Without thinking about heaven or hell or mistakes or guilt.
Just sleep.
Pure peaceful sleep.
To Be Continued: 👁️👁️
They are going to create another enemy even after death