The house wasn't wired wrong it just wasn't really wired.
He could clearly see what looked to be pulsating cables made of meat rather than metal.
When he cut one the house around him shrieked and it bled profusely.
He caught a glimpse of bone at the wire's core before if withdrew sharply into the panel.
The floor beneath him quivered with every step he took as he backed away from the wall entirely.
A loud groaning noise sounded from all around him, like the house was crying.
Slowly walking out of the front door he saw water streaming from the base of the windows.
He gently placed one hand against the porch railing and whispered an apology.
Before his eyes the water stopped and the groaning ceased too.
Stepping back inside he saw a large puddle of blood below the panel he'd examined.
Grabbing duct tape he gently shushes the wails that sprung up as he taped the severed wire.
When he was done he screwed the panel shut and listened as the house quietly sighed.
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