I am normally not a superstitious person. The times when I have randomly worried about ghosts and ghouls since I've turned thirteen can be counted on one hand, and are all almost exclusively when I'm in a strange place and it's night and I'm alone.
But there is something very, very unnerving about waking up from dreams-within-dreams about ghosts haunting your apartment to find that not everything is as it should be. The details are already leaving me, but at one point I woke up having thankfully eluded some of the ghosts that were attempting to take over the house I was dreaming that I was staying in to find that my bedside lamp would not turn on. The power, it seems, was out for it, but only that outlet: other lights worked fine, it was just my lamp and the clock radio that had no power. And then, after a few more encounters of the supernatural, I woke up again. Thankfully, my clock radio was still receiving power, and had never lost it.
I tried to go over the bits and pieces of my memories of the previous night in my head as I poured my cereal, trying to decide which were real and which were hidden between masks of waking and unwaking (had the booming fireworks actually happened, waking me up at a stupidly early hour? I decided yes), before I realized that my computer had failed to turn on when I pushed the button. That outlet had no power. In fact, my kitchen had no power. Even now I'm hoping it will come back soon, or else my fridge's contents will spoil. The rest of my apartment, mysteriously, is perfectly fine. But the hallway outside my apartment is as dark as a tomb, and all of my water runs icy cold, and the fog outside is thicker than Silent Hill's except for where I can see flashing police lights in the distance...
Shell the unshellable, crawl the uncrawlible.