zzzzt, zzzzt.

The fluorescent light on the porch needs to be replaced. I know this because it startled me when I walked into the darkened hallway and witnessed an eerie bluish flickering light emanating from around a corner where no eerie light should be flickering at all. The effect was similar to a television set that's been left on late into the night, when the world outside has dissolved into nothing but static and the silence that reigns is distinctly uncomfortable. My flickering light is not completely silent though - listen closely and you'll hear a faint buzzing beating a staccato rhythm as the light blinks on and off. It's not a reassuring sound.

The atmosphere immediately raised my hackles Likely I've been conditioned by a lifetime of cinema going to to believe that strange lights in peculiar settings coupled with darkened surrounds are far from being a good sign. Hopefully this will dramatically lessen my chances of perishing under mysterious circumstances in that old house deep in the woods where those unfortunate events took place so many years ago. Events which even now are recanted by children still too afraid to enter.

Of course, I naturally don't believe in any of that nonsense and have little fear for my safety in my present circumstances. But I've retreated to the relative safety of my bedroom until morning arrives and a new dawn dispels the encroaching darkness

Just in case.