In the meantime, have this...
Kristin and I now believe that a spirit of a shrunken head haunts our apartment.
Here's why:
Central heating is expensive.
Why does this matter? Well, because if it weren't so expensive, or if Kristin and I had more money than the following events may not have ever happened.
It was cold, as it sometimes is in wintertime (And I say sometimes, because where I live... well it really is only 'sometimes') and since we don't use our central heating it was cold in our apartment as well. We usually just turn on our oven (it's cheaper than central heating) and use lots of blankets. I had personally taken to wearing my fuzzy green blanket wrapped around me like I was a member of some secret organization.
Usually that is all we need to do, but it had been REALLY cold the past few days and we finally broke out the space heaters.
So, I have the space heater going in my room and Kristin decides she wants to use my kuerig to get hot water for her tea because she's lazy.
(To be fair, I can't REALLY blame Kristin for the events that follow, because there was no way for her to really know what was going to happen. She'd never used a kuerig while running a space heater. But still...)
So she starts the water process as I start making some remark about her NOT asking permission to use my things when suddenly:
Only it wasn't the entire apartment. Oh no. It was just MY room. The kitchen, living room, bathroom and of course, KRISTIN'S room were perfectly fine.
She was promptly accused of sabotage.
MY room was the one without power. Even though KRISTIN was the one who wanted the tea at the same time the space heater was running. Do you see the injustice here?
We just kind of stood there for a moment, taking in what had just happened and Kristin goes "Well, crap. The coffee packet thing was still in the kuerig! I can't even use this water!"
Which had Kristin on the receiving end of a very ugly look.
After we had discovered that my room AND the laundry room (ha, Kristin was suffering) had no power Kristin decided that it would be a good idea to go check the breaker box that is outside for some reason in the car port. So she put on her coat, complaining about how it was cold outside, and calls my phone so that we can communicate if she was successful.
She wasn't.
She managed to turn off and on every light in the apartment EXCEPT mine. Mine was, for some unknown reason, NOT in the breaker box in the car port.
After we established this, she came back upstairs and texted our landlord to ask him if there was a different breaker box. When he texted back we learned that there was indeed another breaker box.
Important Information: Our apartment is not part of an apartment complex. It's over a garage/shed thing behind our landlord's parent's house.
We don't often think about The Garage except when we spray bug barrier stuff around our apartment to keep the bugs and things that come from said garage out.
Well we were about to become better acquainted with it.
Our landlord informed us that there SHOULD be another breaker box in The Garage somewhere, but it was locked and his mother had the key. He tried to get a hold of her, but it was late at night and he couldn't reach her.
So we had to wait until morning.
I was most displeased with life.
In the morning, our landlord was able to get in touch with his mom and got her to leave the key out for us. So when Kristin got back from her class, she ventured into The Garage.
This was how things SHOULD have gone: Kristin opens the door, Kristin find the breaker box on the wall, Kristin tries all the switches and finds the one to my room, power is restored to my room, Kristin leaves and all is well.
It didn't.
We were once again communicating via phone. Kristin complaining about how it's cold and how the door is dusty, and 'Crap, is this key going to work? I don't think it's working. It doesn't seem to fit, oh wait there it goes, and then complaining about how dusty the inside is.
Okay, door is unlocked. Next step is finding the breaker box.
Guys, is it just me or is it only logical that a breaker box be on the wall where people can access it easily? That's where those things normally are right? They're normally all 'Oh hey, we're the breaker box. We're here to help you have warmth and light and all of those wonderful things. We don't aspire to be much more. We're happy to be sitting on this wall ready to serve.'
Not this one.
Noooo, this one was apparently SO awesome that it had to be on the CEILING.
The CEILING, guys. WHO puts a breaker box, something that's suppose to be easily accessible, on the ceiling?
If that wasn't difficult enough it didn't even have the decency to be on the ceiling near an open area so we could at least get a ladder. Nope, Kristin informed me that it was over a mountain of wood, boxes, and old furniture.
Kristin starts sighing and whining over the phone about how everyone is out to make her life more difficult (it's true). She decided to climb the Mountain of Furniture and told me that I should probably get down there so that I could call the hospital when this inevitably ended horribly. So I muttered to myself, put on my jacket, and went to make sure she didn't kill herself.
When I entered The Garage I was afforded a visual of WHAT exactly it contained. There was LOTS of dirt in buckets, furniture, boxes and apparently someone decided that a creepy wooden cutout of Snow White or something was necessary to keep in there along with several other lawn ornaments (creepy little gnome statues I'm looking at you).
I simply ignored the fact that this is probably where they keep their christmas decorations and that means that there is undoubtedly snowmen decorations among them.
Kristin was looking at something when I got there and just stared at me when I walked through the door.
"Elysha...there's a shrunken head in here. A. shrunken. head."
And there, hanging from the ceiling, there was in fact a human shrunken head.
We knew, in the grown up part of our brains that it was probably fake, but that didn't stop the rest of our minds from going 'What the-? Why the f#$@ do they have a shrunken head in here? WHY does anyone have one of those? Why is it under our apartment?!"
We came to the agreement that it would be better if we got out of there as soon as possible.
So Kristin carefully started to climb up the Mountain of Furniture and by some kind of miracle, made it safely to the point where she could reach the Breaker box. Then she started to complain about cobwebs and bugs falling in her face.
When we were sure she wouldn't fall to her demise or had spiders crawling through her hair I went back upstairs and twenty minutes later, my room and the laundry room had electricity again.
She locked up the lawn gnomes, Snow White cutout, and shrunken head again and we both hoped that it wouldn't be necessary to venture forth into The Garage again anytime soon.
Fortunately due to other events that happened that day (Basically, Kristin's day was not a good one) she and I didn't really have the time to dwell on the fact that there was a shrunken head living underneath us.
Until I had stolen her bear from her that night.
She had been annoying me. ON purpose. Therefore I stole her bear. Perfectly reasonable.
She pouted for a few minutes and then I hear from her room: "Hey, Elysha? You think that the shrunken head that lives under your room's spirit comes out at night and haunts the apartment?"
She proceeded to get several things thrown at her.
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