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I watched the video of my grandfather's funeral, then went downstairs to eat dinner. After the meal of rice and soup, I headed upstairs to retire early. Once at the top of the stairs, I saw a light flicker on from my parent's bedroom. Thinking that perhaps it was my sister preparing to use the computer, I implored "Sheryl?" and the light guiltily switched off. "Sheryl?" I called again. I walked in to catch the culprit, seeing the computer monitor on in the darkness, nevertheless. The light turned on and the monitor turned off. Sheryl wasn't there. The light flickered back off. I'm alone, now, with the light flickering on and off and on again. I think maybe it's the ghost of grandfather playing with the lights. Or, maybe I'm just overly romantic and it's only a dying lightbulb.
Either way, I don't want to off the light altogether, because no matter what I'd be left alone in the dark.
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