The next electrifying story

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My first husband and I lived in a smallish house that was all put together with bits and pieces. That was okay, he was pretty handy when he got to be at home. He worked rotating shifts, and that was fine, except we did not have any cooling in the upstairs. We just opened the windows and used a box fan. It was okay even in the daytime. With his shifts he had to sleep days, sometimes. First hubby was Larry. Larry was upstairs on a hot day, getting ready for his nap. I was downstairs in the living room with the toddler reading or some such. Suddenly the lights dimmed. Yikes. Then came back up. It turns out that the knob for speed on the fan acted as a rheostat on the downstairs living room light. Obviously I told Larry about the light dimming, and due to our trouble shooting, learned the cause. Larry was reasonably handy and did some rewiring of the circuits. The next thing you know, if he would turn on the fan the front porch light came on. So back to trouble shooting. We did eventually get it right. It was at that time I developed my theory that haunted houses were often just a case of mixed up wiring.