And then, the laptop's camera light turned on. A small, green LED, pointing directly at his face. It stayed on for three seconds.

Now, there was a silhouette. Human-shaped. Slightly translucent, like a bad rip of a person.

It wasn't a power cut. The ceiling fan was still spinning, and the red standby light on his TV glowed like an angry eye. But the tube light had simply… stopped. The room plunged into a deeper twilight.

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The tube light above Rahul hummed. Then, with a soft tink , it died.

Silence.

Click.