Last weekend the light in our hallway blew, so, obviously, Doc C changed the bulb. It still didn't work, so we reasoned that the light had fused, and it was at this point we realised we hadn't seen a fuse box in the apartment.
On Monday I rang the letting agents and explained the issue, they asked if we had tried changing the bulb and then if we had looked for the fuse box in all of the cupboards. To be thorough I said I'd double check and then call back; which I did. This time I spoke to the guy who takes care of maintenance, and he asked if I was sure the fuse box wasn't in the apartment. I explained that as there are only 4 rooms in the apartment I was actually pretty damn certain we would have noticed it if it were there. In that case, he said, it's probably in the basement.
Oh. Oh Dear. There was no way I was going down there alone, the problem is that the basement in this building would be the perfect set for a horror movie, and I've watched too many scary films. So I explained my husband was away, and that I'd just had a baby so I couldn't check straight away, but that once Doc C got back we would have a look. When I talked to Doc about it I told him that I'd happily go down there with him, but not be myself. He laughed. When he got back and had a look in there himself, he came back up and asked me to come with him because it looked like Buffalo Bill's hide-out. I disagree, I think it's Freddy Krueger's den.
However we are grown ups and we need the hallway light, so we got our torch (american translation : Flashlight), strapped Eva to Doc's chest and down we went.
The garage part is where the recycling bins are kept, and that's a bit smelly but fine; however at the back of that room is a doorway and it's once you go through that doorway that things get proper spooky. There is only one light down there, and it's all the way to the right of the cellar. In between you and the lit area is a u-shaped wall that creates a completely pitch black chamber, and when I shone a torch into it, there was an abandoned sofa in there. Um hello, serial killer's heaven, I've seen enough police procedurals to know that. Alone I would have stopped right there and just run; but with Doc there, I was brave enough to look for the fuse boxes. Naturally they were right at the very back of the cellar, so we went to have a look, found the fuse box for our apartment and discovered that none of the fuses were blown. sigh.
So basically there is still no light in our hallway and we are both scaredy cats as far as dank, dark cellars are concerned. Ok then.
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