Luke listened to Dan's explanations, the information about the hotel. He really didn't know what to think of some of it, and he absolutely loathed the fact he seemed to be trapped in a haunted hotel. Was this another trick of Hill House?
He wouldn't be surprised. Even if that meant Dan wasn't real. Maybe none of it was real. It was all just a figment of Luke's imagination. His inherent inability to tell real from imaginary.
"I can drink it black. Unless there's cream. And sugar." It didn't really make much difference to him. Coffee was coffee. He didn't like putting anyone out, making special demands. But he also wasn't expecting Dan to doctor the coffee up for him. This wasn't a coffee shop.
He went to the fridge to open it, and with his hand on the door handle he froze, because reflected in the door he could see his childhood nightmare, the bowler hat ghost. The figure was unmistakable, and Luke knew it well.
He steeled his nerve and pulled the door open, taking the man and his bowler hat out of view.