Last Wednesday was Halloween. I love Halloween slightly more than I love scary movies. The first scary movie I remember watching at a theatre was the original Friday the 13th for a birthday party. I was 12 or 13 at the time and I loved it.
And while I don’t go for the sadism in the Saw and Hostel franchises, I love everything from the bad (but oh so good) B movies in the ’50s, to today’s reboot of Halloween.
Which is why I should have known better.
You see, I pulled up to the gate at work last Wednesday and the parking lot and building were dark. Given the plant is out in the sticks and it was 5:45 in the morning, it was really, really dark.
But my badge worked so I cruised in. I even used the flashlight on my keychain to light my way from the parking spot into the building. There was one emergency light on in the hallway, but my windowless office was black as pitch and the emergency backups were beeping for all the instrumentation.
I dropped my stuff in the office, dug out my emergency flashlight in my purse and headed upstairs to investigate.
Yes, you read that right. I was climbing the stairs with a flashlight. Did it cross my mind that this is how most horror movies start: some dumb white woman investigating and putting herself in a stupid situation?
Of course, it did.
But I went anyway, just like all those victims. Thankfully, I didn’t find a serial killer just the plant staff working to fix the outage.
Would I do it again? Yep.
Unless there’s creepy music playing, then I’m backing the truck up and heading home.
Until next time.