Closet Light
I flopped down on my bed and immediately made a nest. It had been a hard week, but the liberating weekend was finally here. I contemplated taking a nap to fortify me for a late Friday night.
Other thoughts soon took over. I stared across the room into the space over my open closet, mulling over the events of the day and past week. Yes, I could use a nap, and I was just comfortable enough to fall asleep if I only gave it some time.
Right in the middle of a string of self-reminders regarding homework, the most innocuous of clicks registered in the back of my mind.
The closet light clicked on.
I blinked rapidly and sat up, staring hard at the door. The light was indeed on. The light was on in my closet that was across the room and I was on my bed. The only other person in the house was downstairs in the office with the door closed silently doing work.
I would like to say that I merely flipped the switch back off and rolled over into sleep, or at least attempted an EVP or something. Instead, I slowly backed out of my room and flew down the stairs, calling my brother's name.
"Dude," I panted, bursting into the office, "Dude, I'm not even kidding, my closet light just flipped on and I was across the room!"
He swiveled in the chair to give me an inquiring grin, "And?"
And? And? Was that all he had to say?! "I was across the room and my closet light came on by itself," I repeated, because he obviously didn't understand it the first time.
"What do you want me to do about it?"
And I, the rabid fan of everything paranormal and especially supernatural, said meekly, "Come upstairs and check it out."
He heaved a sigh and followed me back to my room. I feared that perhaps the light had turned off in my time away. I didn't know if I was comforted or worried that it didn't. I sat on my bed while my brother looked in the closet.
"Do you want me to check under your bed for monsters?" he teased.
"No!" I snapped. It wasn't like anything could fit under there anyway. There was too much junk.
He flipped the switch a few times and suggested, "Maybe it was balanced in between. I've done that a couple times."
"Yeah, it was balanced in the middle the entire school day and just happened to fall when I came home," I said sarcastically. "Besides, I don't just tap those switches. I smack them."
"I dunno, then. Can I go back downstairs now?"
"Yeah, go 'head."
He exited. I gave my closet a suspicious glare and turned off the light quite forcefully. It was only later that day when I was recounting the story that I remembered the whistling incident from the day before. I'd written a pasta about it, so I figured I'd do the same for this much creepier occurrence.
Credited to Jimperbam
Originally uploaded on June 3, 2012
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