If Things Are Bumpin' in the Night, It's Either A Blackout Party or a Ghost

I was never too afraid of the dark, but living on one of the most haunted campuses in the country has given me a new respect for things that go bump in the night.  So when the power cut out Friday evening, plunging my Old Kenyon single into black silence, I fumbled for my headlamp and headed to my friends' apartment as quickly as I could without actually running.