This October my grown-up brain re-learned something it had long since forgotten: darkness is fucking scary.
One
day I went into the garage and flipped on the light, only to be greeted
by a popping noise and a hideous smell like burned rubber. Somehow the
big fancy tube light out there had blown something or other. It wasn’t
just the bulbs, there’s something wrong with the wiring (the wiring in
this house is messed up, thanks to the former homeowners who had lots of
weird shit done. There are three separate light switches in two rooms
that turn on the living room light, for example). So we turned off the
breaker to the basement/garage to avoid burning the joint down. That was
several days ago and we are still waiting on an electrician.
The
cat’s food bowl is in the basement, and I feed her every night before we
go to bed. Going down into the pitch-black basement, toting a
flashlight, gives me some serious willies. Everything from the couch to
the game table to the laundry room door looks terrifying in the dim glow
of a flashlight. I dump food in Mei’s bowl and skitter back upstairs as
fast as I can, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
So this entire post is not just about my inane life, here’s a short film where the only villain is the darkness- and it’s creepy as hell. Happy Halloween month, friends.
