Carl was rewiring a light switch in an occupied apartment, he was alone and busy looking at the various photos that were magnetized against the fridge. He chuckled to himself as he took his time switching out the electrical device.<br/><br/>It was a five minute job, but he was not looking forward to his next ‘turn’. The old residents had left the vacant apartment a virtual hell hole. Carl could never understand how two people could destroy a place in 6 months time. He also could not understand why no one would ever take their dog out for a walk… his next ‘turn’ smelled of piss and he was pretty sure the carpets were still wet.<br/><br/>Until then, he was content on turning his screw driver very slowly and he was toying with the idea of turning on Mrs. Perkins’s TV, maybe watch a little Cops. That is until he heard the scream.<br/><br/>It mad him jump, then there was a flash of light and a loud snap, that made him cry out and drop the switch.<br/><br/><i>God damn it all, they labeled the breaker box wrong again!</i><br/><br/>He rubbed his hand, it had numbed when the current went through it. Nothing fatal came from glancing the bare wire, but you always knew when you got bit. He swore someone was calling for help. Carl grabbed his radio and pushed the button. Maybe the Leasing office had heard the same thing.<br/><br/><strong> “Karen, Carl here, did you hear anything funny?” </strong><br/><br/>God he really wanted a beer right now… just to feel the cool can against his injured hand.<br/>