You, Aditya, and Siddharth arrived in Rajasthan, eager to explore its vibrant culture. Aditya had tasked Siddharth with finding accommodations, and he proudly presented his discovery – a hotel that seemed frozen in time.

As you pulled up, the hotel's exterior left you aghast. Broken windows, rusty hinges, and a faded sign creaked in the gentle breeze. An elderly guard, puffing on a bidi, eyed you with an unsettling intensity, his gaze lingering on your body.

"You've got to be kidding me, Siddharth," Aditya said, shaking his head.

Siddharth shrugged. "It was the only option available on short notice."

Resigned, you entered the hotel, where a lone receptionist awaited. His unkempt appearance and eerie demeanor sent shivers down your spine. His eyes seemed to hold a dark secret.

The receptionist handed you three your room keys, his movements mechanical. "Room 101, 102, and 103. Enjoy your stay."

You trudged up the stairs, relieved to find your room, 101, exceeded your modest expectations. A comfortable double bed, clean bathroom, and window overlooking the highway – you felt fortunate.

As you stretched, Aditya burst in, looking frantic. "Guys, I'm telling you, something's off. Paranormal activities in my room – doors creaking, shadows moving."

Siddharth raised an eyebrow. "Dude, it's just your imagination."

You reassured Aditya, but his worried expression lingered.

As night descended, the hotel's eerie silence enveloped you. You wondered if Aditya's concerns weren't entirely unfounded.