Power went out at work tonight.
It actually went out on two seperate occasions. The first time for about a half an hour, and then later for a full hour.
And if you think a nursing home is creepy on a regular basis, you should really experience it with nothing but the emergency lights.
It's so quiet. Without all the air conditioners, oxygen machines, and inflating beds going, you could hear a damn pin drop.
It's also darker than you could ever imagine. If you're a person (like my boss) who believes in the supernatural lurking in the shadows (I. E. "Ghost", anyone?) you would have a panic attack. And a couple of people did.
I actually got pretty jumpy myself.
I was sitting vigil in the hall because there were no call lights, so I had to listen for my residents. After several minutes of thick silence, I decided to sing "Frankenstien Place" from the Rocky Horror Picture Show to the light up on the hill coming from the apartments.
Little did I know, my singing terrified my boss, working two halls over.
I'm not sure why she would think a spector would sing a musical from the 70s, but I guess that thought didn't cross her mind.
It did cross her mind to ball me out for singing.
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