Jim and his wife, Linda, had just moved into their new home—a beautiful old house that had character. At least, that’s what the real estate agent called it.
The first night, everything was fine. But on the second night, the lights went out.
Jim, being the handy type, grabbed a flashlight and headed to the basement to check the breaker box.
When he opened the panel, he saw something strange—none of the breakers were tripped. But as soon as he closed the box, the lights came back on.
"Huh," he muttered. "Weird, but okay."
The next night, at exactly 11:17 PM, the lights went out again.
Jim sighed, grabbed his flashlight, and went to the basement. Again, none of the breakers were tripped. But the moment he closed the box, the power came back.
Linda, standing at the top of the stairs, called out, "Did you fix it?"
Jim frowned. "I… guess?"
The same thing happened the next night. And the next.
Jim started getting suspicious. He called an electrician, who inspected the panel and said, "Everything looks fine. Old wiring, sure, but no real problems. Maybe a loose connection."
Jim nodded, feeling relieved—until the electrician added, "Although, it is strange. Your breaker box is way older than the rest of the wiring. Like… decades older."
That night, 11:17 PM sharp, the power cut out again.
Frustrated, Jim stomped down to the basement and threw open the panel.
This time, he noticed something carved into the inside of the breaker box. Faint, scratched letters.
He shined his flashlight and read:
"DON’T TURN IT BACK ON."
His stomach dropped.
Just then, he heard a whisper behind him.
"You shouldn’t have moved the house."
Jim spun around, heart pounding. The basement was empty.
He ran upstairs, grabbed Linda, and said, "Pack your bags. We’re leaving."
Linda, startled, said, "What?! Why?!"
Jim pointed at the floor. "That breaker box isn’t just old—it's from the original house. The one they tore down… and rebuilt this one over."
Linda gasped. "Wait… You mean…?"
Jim nodded. "Yeah. The wiring isn't bad. The ghosts are just tired of us turning the lights back on."
Just then, the lights flickered. A cold gust filled the room.
And from the basement, they heard the breaker box slam shut on its own.
They left that night.
The next owner?
Well… the listing said "Newly renovated, modern wiring!"
But at 11:17 PM every night… the lights still go out. 👀