The other day, I showed up to help with the electrics in the basement. Now, don't get me wrong, I ain't never touched me any electrical stuff a'fore, but I figured how hard could it be? So I'm down there fussing with some breaker panels and low and behold there's a boom 'round the corner and the lights go out. So, I reckon I better go over an' see what's what. Since I'm in the basement, I had to pull out my flashlight so that I could see the hand in front of my face. I round the corner and see the charred remains of what used to be the fancy electrical guy that they hired. Looks like Mr. Fancy Pants touched the wrong wire. Cuz I'm worried I might get blamed , I figure I best move the body. By now, I've got a few places to dump bodies. So, I heft up the body and start dragging him down the hall.
All the sudden things start to smell things not so right. I turn the corner and open a closet of sorts. The smell darn near knocked me to next week. Three bodies laying there. Clear as day. Funny thing is that these aren't any of the bodies that I've been acquainted with. Wouldn't you know it, but all the sudden, my flashlight goes out. Now, I'm not a superstitious man, but I swear it got really cold and I felt something on the back o' my neck. So, I turn 'round and saw only a set of teeth starin' back at me. I high-tailed it outta there. I still get the shakes when I think about it. And I'll tell you what, I ain't goin back down there any time soon.
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