I flipped the switch, and the light didn't turn on.
That could have just happened.
I lit a match and approached the light, pausing when I saw the bulb had been removed and smashed on the ground.
That might have just happened.
I blew out the match and slowly walked to the cupboard, and opened it and felt where the spare bulbs should be, coming up empty.
That shouldn't have just happened.
I went to light another match, but a second after I lit it, something blew it out, a wet snarl over my shoulder.
That explained what just happened.
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