You fumble around in the dark for a light switch, finding one easily and turning it on. The light flickers at first, but soon illuminates the room in a steady glow.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tom shouts, rushing over and slapping the light off. You had meant to be helpful, but you quickly realize you were not. It's already too late, though; you just happened to flip that light on as a police car was rolling down the street, and now you can see their lights through the window.
The police find you cowering in the basement, terrified, but not of ghosts. You're scared of going to jail and the things that you've heard about happening to pretty faces like yours. Just as you're being cuffed, you come back to wakefulness, shivering and covered in a cold sweat.