The power went out. The apartment went dark and silent on an exhale, as the television blacked out, the refrigerator creaked and gave up, and the hush of the breeze suddenly touched on windows that had seemed concrete before.
In the glow of their laptops, Sadie and Dana glanced around the shadowed room, then at each other.
Sadie’s mouth was open in an unformed question.
Dana’s eyebrows were folded together.
Sadie looked at her hands, still poised over the keys, now all blue and white strange. “So…” she murmured. “What do we do now?”
Dana hesitated. “Tell ghost stories?”