i used to like to scare myself a little bit. back in the day when i was a single lady i like to save on electricity by unplugging or turning off every power strip or electrical appliance in the apartment. i lived in this apartment complex on the 8th floor and it was surrounded close enough by the other units that i could usually keep the air conditioning or heat off as well. so there i would sit on some evenings in the pitch dark trying to save a buck. some nights i would be unable to sleep so i’d sit in the dark with nothing but the dim blue flickering light of the tv to light the room. inevitably the only show that would be on would be some sort of faux news show which was of course about a pretty young white woman who had everything going for her, but somehow wound up dead at the hands of a (fill in the blank here) stalker, ex-lover, serial killer. so there i would sit, freaked out and alone in the dark. sometimes i would hear a noise outside and i’d think — what was that!!?
