It's Halloween night.
Sugar Daddy went out for a drink with his friends after leaving his mom and dad's house so the girls and I headed home on our own. When we pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the motion detector light on the garage was on. Not weird, you say? It's supposed to do that, right? Right. Only...it HASN'T in FIVE YEARS. I didn't even think the bulb still worked. The thing had been semi-broken when we moved in twelve years ago and we never got it fixed. We have other lights that DO work, so we just said, "Aw, screw it."
I thought how funny it was that it happens to come on TONIGHT of all nights, after we've just been out scaring the ghosts back into their graves and getting mega-sugary treats for our efforts.
I didn't think it was wise to leave it on, since it's been out of order for so long. It's been forever since that thing has been in use, so it was going to take some trial and error flipping switches, I was sure. I pushed on the garage door, which hasn't latched for about as long as the light has been broken or longer (nice garage, right?) and wouldn't you know it? The door. Won't. Budge.
My daughters and I went inside. As we were discussing this strange occurrance in the kitchen, Madison said, "Hey, look! The light's off now." We even tried to go back out to get it to come on again, which of course, it wouldn't do, no matter how we jumped around waving our arms and looking ridiculous. I figured that would be the case.
I tucked the girls into their beds with the little glowsticks from their Halloween booty and teddy bears to keep them safe and a warning about those vicious bed bugs. I looked out the window toward the garage as I walked down the hall and just as I neared the top of the stairs - it came on again.
*Rod Serling steps into the picture*
"That light hasn't worked in
years...but it's working now. It's not detecting motion in THIS
realm. Erika does not know it yet, but she has stepped into...
The Twilight Zone."
The ghosties be a'haunting me tonight, peoples. They're having a poltergeist-y party in my garage, but they've locked the door and won't let me in. Fickle bishes!
True story, reposted from last Halloween. I thought about this tale on the way home and half hoped to see the light go on again this year. Alas. It did not. :(