Last Thursday Trevor and I had the pleasure of having dinner with Trevor's father and his future bride, Sandy. On our drive back from dinner, we noticed the traffic lights were out on Grand River Avenue. As we continued to drive, the darkness followed us.

For the first time since the summer of 2003, you could see stars in Farmington Hills.

When we got home, we found our apartment complex was affected by the power outage. We used our cell phones as flash lights as we fumbled to unlock the door and made our way up the dark staircase, and then down the dark hallway. Once in our apartment, we lit some candles and tried calling Trevor's mother to figure out what had happen.

For those of you who have not been by our apartment, we had it decorated for the Halloween party we were throwing later that weekend. Trevor was a little over-zealous with the fake spider webs and had managed to entangle our tiny one bedroom apartment in its threads. Bloody skeletal hand prints peeked through the meticulously strung fibers while frames on the wall were askew. In the candle light, the room took on an eerie tone.

Trevor's mother didn't know the power was out. She would call back once she had scoured the online news to see what happened.

Hoping to capitalize on this moment, I turned to Trevor and suggested we tell spooky stories over candle flames.

Trevor didn't know any.

We compromised by agreeing to read Edgar Allen Poe in the dark. I pick 'The Masque of the Red Death'.

Trevor poured one of the goodies bags that I had filled earlier that week with Halloween candy out on to our coffee table as I placed our Edgar Allen Poe book on the candle 'alter'.

We both greedily scarf one of the treats and I sweep their wrappers in my hand to throw away. Trevor jumps up and snatches the wrappers from my hands telling me not to go into the kitchen

Slightly confused, I obliged Trevor's request and remain seated.

It was a touch chilly, so I stood up to snatch the pillows and blankets off our bed. Trevor, again, quickly hops up and fetches them; yelling from the other room to go ahead with the story.

I give Trevor a quizzical look as he enters the room with the pillows and blankets slung over his shoulder.

"Go ahead, sweetie", he says.

I shrug my shoulders and start reading the tale.

Mid-way through Poe's room descriptions, Mama Roth calls.

Trevor tells me to ignore the call, but I pick-up since she knew we were waiting for information.

As she was telling me the extent of the back-out, I notice the microwave's clock reflecting in our kitchen window. The power was back. It had been back for ten minutes.