• How a Power Outage became a Soul Searching Event
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I once was the only person in the apartment over the weekend a while back, it's great, when the Sun is up. Once that cheerful ball of fusion dropped under the horizon, things usually get creepy, luckily, there is a light the staff keeps on which keeps the walkways lit all the time, and I have my bed next to the window. Still, the prospect of being alone in an apartment for a University when you KNOW people have snuck in before with sometimes ill intent is quite terrifying. Things like this have continued on and off for the weekends, and I've managed to handle them quite successfully, I have a routine, you see. Since electric is free, I always keep the Television in the other room on at a nice, low volume, and I keep a couple lights on in the kitchen to give a warm, comforting glow which peeks through the cracks of my bedroom door. The doors to the closet and bathroom would be closed, obviously, making the only obvious entrance for any assailant or ne'er-do-well the bedroom door. I felt comforted, I felt protected, but most importantly I felt safe. That is, however, until I descended into what can only be described as a psychological Hell the week before Winter Finals. I knew something was up when I woke up unexpectedly in the middle of the night, around 3 AM or so, I felt a tinge of fear as I realized the symbolism of that time (the Witching Hour, where basically demonic shit is supposed to go down,) causing me to cautiously lift my head off my pillow. It was then I realized that the comforting hum of the Television was off, and the gentle glow of the lights were gone. Apparently, there was a power outage, and the entire apartment was thrust into the inky darkness that only nature can provide. Having a power outage is one thing, being in an apartment alone is another, and nothing but dead silence as your surroundings is another. Mix these individually disconcerting events together, and you have a cocktail for insanity. They say the mind wanders when you are alone in the dark, with nothing but silence and the inky abyss consuming you, and my mind went to something terrible. The disturbed mind is a funny thing, it's capable of unleashing horrors upon itself unintentionally, yet under it's own power. Within that silent darkness I saw mortality, the Human Condition, fear, terror, the final judgment of my immortal soul, and an innumerable list of horrors that I have never fully came back from. I've never felt so alone in my life. I felt naked, lying on an obsidian floor with a dim ring of light surrounding me in a small circle, and beyond that was infinite darkness that stretched for eternity. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours as I tried to keep myself busy; I read by flashlight, I took a walk outside in the chilly early Spring morning, the smell of morning dew in my nose as the crisp, icy air of the North hit my face, I contemplated things such as God, mortality, religion, my use on this Earth, and everything that led me to that one moment in life. It was in those hours of fear and solitude, when everything seemed to be going against me, that I found hope, I found reason and emotion, but most importantly, I found myself. I was on a hill when I saw the Sun rise, when the others in the apartment were probably waking, groggily wiping their eyes when they lazily noticed their ovens were blinking 12:00, indicating that the power went out some time in the night. I never fully recovered from that night without light, when the veil of our modern world was pulled away to allow me a front row seat to the inky blackness of reality, it allowed me to truly find myself.
I ran out of power once. I had to fap to an old southern living magazine.
You used the adjective "inky" too many times.
You tell the best stories
[QUOTE=Shaunus;21260064]You used the adjective "inky" too many times.[/QUOTE] 1x Agree 1 time is too much. You did it 3 times.
Hahaha, OP I lose power all of the time and have never felt lonely. You're just crazy.
[QUOTE=Shaunus;21260064]You used the adjective "inky" too many times.[/QUOTE] 3 times???
[QUOTE=Weirdo009;21260105]3 times???[/QUOTE] It's a relatively small piece of text, and it's the [U]only[/U] adjective he uses to describe darkness, so yes, 3 times is too many.
Power loss is why I always have my porn-filled PSP always on a charger. Thanks for the story!
[QUOTE=Canuhearme?;21259978]I felt naked,[/QUOTE] This is getting sexy.
i would of just went back to sleep
[QUOTE=Shaunus;21260132]It's a relatively small piece of text, and it's the [U]only[/U] adjective he uses to describe darkness, so yes, 3 times is too many.[/QUOTE] Oh hi teacher
I love being in total darkness in a lonely house.
Don't you have locks on your doors?
OP is a drama queen.
[QUOTE=Upgrade123;21260207]I love being in total darkness in a lonely house.[/QUOTE] Oh god, how?! I'd shit my pants if I were ever in that situation.
[QUOTE=hl2poo;21260314]Oh god, how?! I'd shit my pants if I were ever in that situation.[/QUOTE] Does your room have a window? My room is the best; when I shut the door it's pitch black. It's like one of those Edgar Allen Poe stories where it's so dark that even when your eyes adapt to it, you still can't see anything. That's how dark my room is. I sleep like a [b]BABY[/b]
[QUOTE=hl2poo;21260314]Oh god, how?! I'd shit my pants if I were ever in that situation.[/QUOTE] It gives me peaceful time to reflect and meditate. And fap.
:golfclap:
So you're... scared of the dark? My small room means that if anyone ever was in it and tried to attack me they'd only have really one way of doing so, and I'd be able to kick them square in the fucking face, so... I have nothing to fear of in my room when it's completely dark.
[QUOTE=sltungle;21260806]So you're... scared of the dark? My small room means that if anyone ever was in it and tried to attack me they'd only have really one way of doing so, and I'd be able to kick them square in the fucking face, so... I have nothing to fear of in my room when it's completely dark.[/QUOTE] are you the guy who sleeps in his closet
One time the power went out and I went soul searching and found my penis.
get out of the house losers
[QUOTE=lemon_lover;21260829]are you the guy who sleeps in his closet[/QUOTE] No, I'm just the guy with a really small bedroom, with his double bed pushed up against the corner of the room, a desk right next to the top of his bed, and a chest of drawers right at the foot of the bed. Small room, but I like it.
Great storytelling skills. inky
I'm fucking scared of the dark, especially in a new house. I get used to walking around in the dark but to many horror movies makes me paranoid
[QUOTE=Canuhearme?;21259978]I once was the only person in the apartment over the weekend a while back, it's great, when the Sun is up. Once that cheerful ball of fusion dropped under the horizon, things usually get creepy, luckily, there is a light the staff keeps on which keeps the walkways lit all the time, and I have my bed next to the window. Still, the prospect of being alone in an apartment for a University when you KNOW people have snuck in before with sometimes ill intent is quite terrifying. Things like this have continued on and off for the weekends, and I've managed to handle them quite successfully, I have a routine, you see. Since electric is free, I always keep the Television in the other room on at a nice, low volume, and I keep a couple lights on in the kitchen to give a warm, comforting glow which peeks through the cracks of my bedroom door. The doors to the closet and bathroom would be closed, obviously, making the only obvious entrance for any assailant or ne'er-do-well the bedroom door. I felt comforted, I felt protected, but most importantly I felt safe. That is, however, until I descended into what can only be described as a psychological Hell the week before Winter Finals. I knew something was up when I woke up unexpectedly in the middle of the night, around 3 AM or so, I felt a tinge of fear as I realized the symbolism of that time (the Witching Hour, where basically demonic shit is supposed to go down,) causing me to cautiously lift my head off my pillow. It was then I realized that the comforting hum of the Television was off, and the gentle glow of the lights were gone. Apparently, there was a power outage, and the entire apartment was thrust into the inky darkness that only nature can provide. Having a power outage is one thing, being in an apartment alone is another, and nothing but dead silence as your surroundings is another. Mix these individually disconcerting events together, and you have a cocktail for insanity. They say the mind wanders when you are alone in the dark, with nothing but silence and the inky abyss consuming you, and my mind went to something terrible. The disturbed mind is a funny thing, it's capable of unleashing horrors upon itself unintentionally, yet under it's own power. Within that silent darkness I saw mortality, the Human Condition, fear, terror, the final judgment of my immortal soul, and an innumerable list of horrors that I have never fully came back from. I've never felt so alone in my life. I felt naked, lying on an obsidian floor with a dim ring of light surrounding me in a small circle, and beyond that was infinite darkness that stretched for eternity. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours as I tried to keep myself busy; I read by flashlight, I took a walk outside in the chilly early Spring morning, the smell of morning dew in my nose as the crisp, icy air of the North hit my face, I contemplated things such as God, mortality, religion, my use on this Earth, and everything that led me to that one moment in life. It was in those hours of fear and solitude, when everything seemed to be going against me, that I found hope, I found reason and emotion, but most importantly, I found myself. I was on a hill when I saw the Sun rise, when the others in the apartment were probably waking, groggily wiping their eyes when they lazily noticed their ovens were blinking 12:00, indicating that the power went out some time in the night. I never fully recovered from that night without light, when the veil of our modern world was pulled away to allow me a front row seat to the inky blackness of reality, it allowed me to truly find myself.[/QUOTE] Jesus. Just keep a flashlight and some candles in your nightstand. My entire house has candles with matches and chemical lights stashed away. Fuck even my showers have a chem light hanging in them. (you laugh, but I had the power go out when I was taking a shower at night and I was fucking GLAD I had that shit.)
You're so philosophical.
Last time I had a power outage I took a shit by candlelight and went to bed early.
It sounds like you've never been in the dark before.
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