Two nights ago my wife’s reading light suddenly developed its own animus. When she turned off the switch on the lamp itself it emanated a keening hiss, accompanied by a lazy strobe-like flashing which had me convinced one of us would imminently be teleported elsewhere should we stand anywhere within the radiance of its penumbra. My wife hit the backup switch on the wall and all went eerily silent and dark. Now, in the light of day, nether switch works and it’s obvious we need to call an electrician and not Mr. Scott.
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