The house was pitch black when I entered. I assumed the power must have been out, but the rest of the neighborhood was well lit. Was there a problem that tripped off our entire house? Perhaps Aunt Lucy had done something. An image of her, frizzy grey hair standing on end, eyes bugged out, flashed through my mind. She was an oddball and may have done something, well, not too bright…
“Aunt Lucy?” I said, though it was little more than a whisper.
I walked carefully through the house, not turning on any switches. If my great aunt was touching a wire, I didn’t want to be the one to throw even more juice through what I imagined must be her smoldering remains.
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