Ok so......I'm sitting at home, alone, in the dark, watching Paranormal Activity 3 in the living room and doing laundry, which is in the basement.
First off, I will be the first to admit I have an irrational fear of the dark.......the type of fear that makes you run up the stairs while looking behind you when you get the laundry. I can't explain why, but it freaks me the F out. It's my house, I know what's there and what's not there (or at least I like to think), but I can't help but feel every monster, possessed soul, boogie man and serial killer is sitting in the corner of my basement, waiting to get me.
So, with that said, I'm 3/4 of the way through the movie, and stuff is starting to get kinda creepy. I hear the buzzer for the dryer go off, and take a deep breathe and get my game face on. I can do this. I do what every sane person would do, and wait for a daytime scene in the movie to pause it. Scene comes, pause it, and head towards the door to the basement. Open the door, and there's a light switch for a single light in the stairway. As I flip it on, I said to myself "imagine what I would do if that bulb decided now was the time to go?" I'd likely **** myself, and I'm not afraid to admit it.
Anyway, go downstairs, grab the laundry, and light is still on. Success. Make it up the stairs, flip the light off and close the door. So far, so good. Last step, make my way down the hall to my bedroom (I live in a ranch). This is a piece of cake, since the hall light and my bedroom light are on. I got this. Confidence is high, and I'm feeling like the fvcking man, thinking I conquered the evil-laden basement. So, I head down the hall, completely confident and nonchalant like. Reach my bed, and lift the laundry basket up to dump the contents onto my bed.
And at that moment, the unimaginable happens............The power in my house goes out. Boom goes the dynamite.
Complete darkness. The eerie sound of electronic devices shutting down followed by a deafening silence. This is it. This is my nightmare. This is how it all ends.
At this point I do the logical thing that any 6' tall, bearded and tattooed manly man would do.........I throw the laundry across the room, yell "WHAT THE FVCK!" at the top of my lungs and nearly **** my pants. I suppose the one advantage of living alone is that noone saw this transpire, but at the moment humiliation was trivial compared to the current obstacle being faced, which was of course survival.
Luckily, this story has a happy ending, as the power came back on 2-3 seconds later, and everything roared back to life. Lights shining, fans buzzing, that weird, high-frequency noise that TVs make when they're on but not tuned into any channel. Never before had that noise been so soothing and comforting.
I did it, I made it through. I survived. Despite everything working against me, I came out on top.
Which is good, because my work clothes are currently drying.
First off, I will be the first to admit I have an irrational fear of the dark.......the type of fear that makes you run up the stairs while looking behind you when you get the laundry. I can't explain why, but it freaks me the F out. It's my house, I know what's there and what's not there (or at least I like to think), but I can't help but feel every monster, possessed soul, boogie man and serial killer is sitting in the corner of my basement, waiting to get me.
So, with that said, I'm 3/4 of the way through the movie, and stuff is starting to get kinda creepy. I hear the buzzer for the dryer go off, and take a deep breathe and get my game face on. I can do this. I do what every sane person would do, and wait for a daytime scene in the movie to pause it. Scene comes, pause it, and head towards the door to the basement. Open the door, and there's a light switch for a single light in the stairway. As I flip it on, I said to myself "imagine what I would do if that bulb decided now was the time to go?" I'd likely **** myself, and I'm not afraid to admit it.
Anyway, go downstairs, grab the laundry, and light is still on. Success. Make it up the stairs, flip the light off and close the door. So far, so good. Last step, make my way down the hall to my bedroom (I live in a ranch). This is a piece of cake, since the hall light and my bedroom light are on. I got this. Confidence is high, and I'm feeling like the fvcking man, thinking I conquered the evil-laden basement. So, I head down the hall, completely confident and nonchalant like. Reach my bed, and lift the laundry basket up to dump the contents onto my bed.
And at that moment, the unimaginable happens............The power in my house goes out. Boom goes the dynamite.
Complete darkness. The eerie sound of electronic devices shutting down followed by a deafening silence. This is it. This is my nightmare. This is how it all ends.
At this point I do the logical thing that any 6' tall, bearded and tattooed manly man would do.........I throw the laundry across the room, yell "WHAT THE FVCK!" at the top of my lungs and nearly **** my pants. I suppose the one advantage of living alone is that noone saw this transpire, but at the moment humiliation was trivial compared to the current obstacle being faced, which was of course survival.
Luckily, this story has a happy ending, as the power came back on 2-3 seconds later, and everything roared back to life. Lights shining, fans buzzing, that weird, high-frequency noise that TVs make when they're on but not tuned into any channel. Never before had that noise been so soothing and comforting.
I did it, I made it through. I survived. Despite everything working against me, I came out on top.
Which is good, because my work clothes are currently drying.