When lights don’t stay off
Sometimes a bit of mystery in life is good.
I’m not easily spooked, but still there are times when things are a little hard to explain.
The other night my husband and I were headed to bed. We had checked the exterior doors and windows to make sure they were locked. The coffee pot was ready for the morning. The alarm clock was set. The lights in the house turned off.
About two minutes after we gotten into bed, while we were still talking, a light came on in the living room. It’s an unsettling feeling when a light comes on in your living room when no one should be in the house except my husband and me.
As I’m sure you agree, when you go to bed in a dark house, you expect the house to remain dark. I didn’t take a light in the living room as a good sign .
I, of course, sent my husband to investigate. I listened carefully to make sure I didn’t hear any signs of a struggle, just in case I would need to grab a baseball bat and charge into the living room to join the battle against someone or something. Fortunately, it was a good thing I didn’t hear any struggle because I don’t have a baseball bat in our bedroom … at least not then.
A few seconds later, my husband came back to the bedroom, reminding me we have a temperamental lamp that occasionally shorts out. For whatever reason, that’s what it must have been, we agreed. After all, no one would break into the house when we had just gone to bed, nor would a would-be thief turn on the living room light.
But somehow, my imagination got the best of me that night, and I lay awake listening for any unusual noises and watching for any more unexpected lights. I finally decided to get up, go into the living room and unplug the lamp, which I did.
A few hours later, I woke up and headed to the restroom. I turned on the light switch, but nothing happened. I tried again and then tried another nearby switch, in case I had somehow hit the wrong switch after years of living in the house. But still no light.
For just a fleeting second, the idea crossed my mind that “they” had cut off the power to our entire house. Whoever had turned on our living room light just hours before, had now cut the electric power to our house.
But, I’m from Tiskilwa originally and enjoy a good challenge now and then. So I bravely went into the living room and looked outside where I saw street lights were also out. Apparently, the whole town had lost its power for some reason.
Reassured that my husband and I weren’t being directly targeted, I headed back to bed and slept well, no longer worried about lights that come on without warning and that go off without warning.
However, about an hour later, my husband woke up and saw a light shining down the hallway again, coming from our bathroom. I can only imagine what he might have thought. After all, all the lights had been off when we went to bed, at least the second time.
Rather than give him any explanation, I just chuckled to myself and rolled over.
A little mystery in life is good sometimes.
BCR Senior Staff Writer Donna Barker can be reached at email@example.com.