- Invite friends over.
- Watch scary movie.
- Send friends home.
- Stay awake in bed long enough to see kitchen light suddenly turn on.
This was just bizarre… and freaky. A couple friends of Lisa wanted to come over Friday night and watch some scary movies. I threw a few on my Netflix queue, but due to an odd turn of events, I didn’t get any of them in on time. But fortunately, a new collector’s edition of The Thing (one of my all time favorite horror movies) just came out, and I happened to pick it up earlier in the week. So after Lisa and her friends cooked dinner, we settled in for a fright. It ended up being a great movie to watch, as I was the only one who had seen it before and it scared the others sufficiently.
Fast forward a couple hours…
Lisa and I are in bed. I am basically asleep, and Lisa is drifting off. She opens her eyes just in time to see that there’s a light on in the kitchen. Only we had turned all of the lights in the apartment off. And we don’t have any automatic timers (inside at least). Okay, we now have restrained panic. When she told me that a light had just gone on, I was sure that it was just illumination from outside, or maybe the computer monitor making it look like that. But when I opened my eyes, it was quite clear that one of the lights had just been turned on.
The pragmatist in me keeps saying, “There’s a logical explanation for this.” But the film enthusiast in me keeps saying, “This is when everybody in the theater screams, ‘Don’t go in there, jackass.'” So I calmly get out of bed and look for something to make myself feel safe and secure – and wind up with a flashlight. On second thought, that was a really stupid item to pick up. I mean, a light had gone on, not off. But somewhere in my mind I thought that the cheap, flimsy, plastic flashlight would protect me against the ungodly kitchen-light-turning-on demons that I was about to encounter. Thankfully Lisa was there, giving me an excuse to act manly – otherwise I probably would have just wet myself… just kidding (I hope). So I gather my wits, and start off to face the evil.
I approach the kitchen, and as I get to the doorway, what horrors do I see?…
The light over our table – that would be the light with the loose switch – is turned on. Hmm, I wonder if this has anything to do with me turning it off earlier and thinking, “Hmm, that switch didn’t click… oh well, at least it’s off…”? Okay, so at least I got a chuckle out of it in the end. But I certainly wasn’t going right back to sleep at that point. Instead “Frasier” took my mind off of anything remotely scary in the world.