When we think of the past, one of the first thoughts that runs through our mind is how people lived without electricity. Nowadays, we can’t even imagine a day without it because all of our appliances and devices run on electricity.
The truth is, however, that most homes don’t have enough power outlets to keep everything running and charged, so most of us rely on power strips without being aware that appliances that consume a lot of energy become dangerous fire hazards when we plug them into a power strip.
Although power strips are the thing to go to when it comes to charging your phone or power an entertainment setup, there are certain devices that should never be plugged into a power strip.
Air conditioners, space heaters, toasters, and other appliances that use high wattage can easily cause power strips to overheat, which can easily lead to a fire hazard.
Even before plugging anything into a power strip consider the ammount of power they support. This is usually listed on the product itself.
High-capacity appliances need to draw a lot of power through an electrical circuit to work. Keep in mind that an appliance does not need to be large in size to draw large amounts of power.
Below is the list of appliances that should never be plugged into a power strip.
1. The oven: Even though the oven is not used continually, it is a power-hungry appliance that should not be plugged into a power strip. In fact, it should be plugged into its own wall outlet on its own circuit.
2. Refrigerator: Refrigerators require a lot of power and frequently cycle on and off which can easily overload a power strip and cause damage. Much like the oven, refrigerators require a wall outlet dedicated solely to powering the appliance.
3. Washing Machine: When turned on, washing machines pull a lot of power. This is the main reason why these appliances shouldn’t share a receptacle with any other appliance or device.
Most washing machines use a max of up to 1400 watts, putting it dangerously close to the max load of most power strips. On top of that while working, washing machines are usually left unattended and work longer hours, at least an hour, which is long enough for a power strip to overheat.
4. Heating: Portable heaters should never be plugged into a power strip because most of them use 1,500 watts of energy on their high setting and they usually run for extended periods of time.
5. Microwave: Since they consume a lot of energy when used, most microwave ovens are plugged into their own receptacle and that is always a good practice.
6. Coffee Maker: Those who own a coffee maker are not fully aware of the power these appliances use, and this is why they should never be plugged into any sort of power strip or extension cord.
7. Toaster: You may think that browning up slices of bread or bagels doesn’t require a lot of energy, but the truth is that toasters use a lot of energy when in use and they should be plugged directly into the receptacle rather than a power strip.
8. Another Power Strip: Power strips are not meant to be used in conjunction with another power strip, although many people do exactly that. This, however, violates most safety codes because it can easily lead to overloading the electrical system.
9. Electronics (Computer, TV, Router): These types of electronic devices don’t necessarily use a lot of power on their own, but they are sensitive to surges and you can find yourself with a burnt out computer or TV very quickly if you plug them into a power strip.
If you want to protect these sensitive devices from power surges, opt for a power strip that functions as a surge protector.
I Took My Little Daughter to Visit My Girlfriend – I Couldn’t Believe What She Found in Her Room
When my four-year-old daughter, Chloe, begged me to leave my girlfriend Lily’s house, I knew something was wrong. Her fear was unlike anything I’d seen before, and as much as I wanted to reassure her, I couldn’t ignore the urgency in her trembling voice.
“Chloe, don’t forget your jacket,” I called out as I grabbed my keys from the counter.
A man putting on his coat | Source: Midjourney
“I don’t need it, Daddy!” she yelled back, her voice muffled from the closet where she was probably picking out her favorite sparkly sneakers.
I shook my head, smiling. At just four years old, Chloe already had a mind of her own. Being her dad wasn’t easy—raising her alone never was. My ex-wife, Lauren, had left us before Chloe even turned one. She decided motherhood wasn’t for her. Since then, it’s been just the two of us.
A man with his daughter | Source: Pexels
The first year was the hardest. Chloe cried constantly, and I had no idea what I was doing. I’d rock her to sleep for hours, only to have her wake up minutes after I put her down. But we found our rhythm.
Three months ago, I met Lily. I’d gone into the coffee shop for my usual black coffee, no cream, no sugar. She was behind me in line, wearing a red scarf and a smile that was impossible to ignore. “You look like you need something stronger than coffee,” she’d joked.
A smiling woman wearing a red scarf | Source: Midjourney
That one comment turned into a full conversation, and eventually, a date. Lily was warm and easy to talk to. Chloe had met her twice already, and they seemed to get along. Chloe wasn’t shy about her feelings. If she didn’t like someone, she’d say so. The fact that she smiled around Lily gave me hope.
“Are we there yet?” Chloe asked, her nose pressed against the car window.
A smiling girl in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Almost,” I said, trying not to laugh.
Tonight was our first visit to Lily’s home. She’d invited us for dinner and a movie, and Chloe had been talking about it all week.
When we pulled up, Chloe gasped. “She has fairy lights!”
I looked up at the balcony where tiny golden lights glowed. “Pretty cool, huh?”
A house with fairy lights | Source: Pexels
Lily opened the door before we even knocked. “Hey, you two!” she said, beaming. “Come in, come in. You must be freezing.”
Chloe didn’t need a second invitation. She darted inside, her shoes flashing like tiny fireworks.
The apartment was cozy, just like Lily. A soft yellow couch sat in the middle of the room, with colorful throw pillows arranged perfectly. The walls were lined with bookshelves and framed photos, and a small Christmas tree twinkled in the corner, even though it was mid-January.
A cozy room | Source: Pexels
“This is awesome!” Chloe exclaimed, spinning around.
“Thanks, Chloe,” Lily said with a laugh. “Hey, do you like video games? I’ve got an old console in my room you can try while your dad and I finish dinner.”
Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Really? Can I?”
“Of course. Follow me. I’ll show you where it is.”
A girl talking to a woman at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney
As Chloe disappeared down the hallway with Lily, I stayed behind in the kitchen. The smell of garlic and rosemary filled the air as Lily pulled a tray of roasted vegetables from the oven.
“So,” she said, placing the tray on the counter, “any embarrassing childhood stories I should know about you?”
“Oh, there are plenty,” I admitted, laughing. “But let’s hear one of yours first.”
A couple having dinner | Source: Pexels
“Well,” she said, grinning, “when I was seven, I decided to ‘help’ my mom redecorate. Let’s just say glitter glue and white walls don’t mix.”
I laughed, picturing it. “Sounds like something Chloe would do.”
Just as Lily was about to reply, Chloe appeared in the kitchen doorway. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear.
A scared girl in the kitchen doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling, “I need to talk to you. Alone.”
We walked out into the corridor and I crouched to her level, trying to steady my voice. “Chloe, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Her wide eyes darted toward the hallway, then back to me. “She’s bad. She’s really bad.”
“What do you mean? Lily?” I glanced over my shoulder toward the kitchen, where Lily hummed softly as she stirred a pot.
A man talking to his scared daughter | Source: Midjourney
Chloe nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper. “There are… heads in her closet. Real heads. They were looking at me.”
For a second, I didn’t understand. “Heads? What kind of heads?”
“People heads!” she hissed, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “They’re scary, Daddy. We have to go!”
A crying young girl | Source: Pexels
I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. Was this her imagination running wild, or had she seen something truly awful? Either way, Chloe was terrified, and I couldn’t ignore it.
I stood, scooping her into my arms. “Okay, okay. Let’s go.”
Chloe buried her face in my shoulder, clinging to me as I carried her toward the door.
Lily turned, her brow furrowed. “Is everything okay?”
A concerned woman cooking | Source: Midjourney
“She’s not feeling well,” I said quickly, avoiding her gaze. “I’m so sorry, but we’ll have to take a rain check on dinner.”
“Oh, no! Is she alright?” Lily asked, concern etched on her face.
“She will be. I’ll call you later,” I mumbled, heading out the door.
On the drive to my mom’s house, Chloe sat quietly in the back seat, her knees tucked under her chin.
A sad girl in the car | Source: Midjourney
“Sweetheart,” I said gently, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. “Are you sure about what you saw?”
She nodded, her voice shaky. “I know what I saw, Daddy. They were real.”
My stomach churned. By the time I pulled into my mom’s driveway, my mind was racing. I kissed Chloe’s forehead, promising her I’d be back soon, and told my mom I needed to run an errand.
A scared girl hugging her grandmother | Source: Midjourney
“What’s going on?” my mom asked, eyeing me curiously.
“Just… something I need to check out,” I said, forcing a smile.
I drove back to Lily’s with my heart pounding. Could Chloe have been right? The idea felt ridiculous, but her fear was too raw to dismiss.
When Lily opened the door, she looked puzzled. “Hey, that was fast. Is Chloe okay?”
A confused woman opening her door | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, trying to sound casual. “She’ll be fine. Hey, uh, would you mind if I played your old console for a bit? I, um… need to relax. It’s been years since I’ve touched one.”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “That’s random, but sure. It’s in my room.”
I forced a chuckle and headed down the hallway. My hands shook as I reached for the closet door. Slowly, I slid it open.
And there they were.
A man standing in front of an open closet | Source: Midjourney
Four heads stared back at me. One was painted like a clown, its grin twisted and unnatural. Another was wrapped in tattered red fabric, its expression distorted.
I took a step closer, my heart hammering. Reaching out, I touched one. It was soft. Rubber.
They weren’t heads at all. They were Halloween masks.
Halloween clown masks | Source: Midjourney
Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly followed by guilt. I closed the closet and returned to the kitchen, where Lily handed me a mug of coffee.
“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I need to tell you something.”
Her arms crossed. “This sounds serious.”
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I nodded, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s about Chloe. She was scared earlier. Really scared. She said she saw… heads in your closet.”
Lily blinked, her expression unreadable. “Heads?”
“She thought they were real. I didn’t know what else to do, so after I dropped her off at my mom’s, I came back and, uh… I looked in your closet.”
A couple talking in their kitchen | Source: Midjourney
Lily’s mouth fell open. “You went through my closet?”
“I know. It was wrong. But she was so terrified, and I needed to make sure she was safe.”
Lily stared at me for a moment before bursting into laughter. “She thought they were real? Oh my gosh.” She wiped her eyes, but her laughter faded as she saw the worry in my face. “Wait—she was that scared?”
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“She was shaking,” I admitted. “I’ve never seen her like that before.”
Lily sighed, her amusement replaced with concern. “Poor thing. I didn’t even think about how those masks might look to her. I should’ve stored them somewhere else.”
I nodded. “She’s still convinced they’re real. I don’t know how to help her see otherwise.”
Lily’s eyes lit up. “I’ve got an idea. But I’ll need your help.”
A woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney
The next day, Lily arrived at my mom’s house with a bag slung over her shoulder. Chloe peeked out from behind the couch as Lily knelt to her level.
“Hey, Chloe,” Lily said softly. “Can I show you something?”
Chloe clung to me but nodded warily.
Lily pulled out a mask—a silly one with a goofy grin—and slipped it on. “See? It’s not a head. It’s just for Halloween.”
A funny halloween mask | Source: Midjourney
Chloe’s eyes widened, her fear softening into curiosity. “It’s… not real?”
“Nope,” Lily said, pulling the mask off. “Feel it. It’s just rubber.”
Tentatively, Chloe reached out, her small fingers brushing the mask. Her lips curved into a smile as she grabbed its nose. “It’s squishy!”
“Exactly!” Lily grinned. “Want to try it on?”
A laughing little girl | Source: Pexels
Chloe giggled, slipping the mask over her head. Lily gasped dramatically. “Oh no! Where did Chloe go?”
“I’m here!” Chloe squealed, pulling the mask off.
Her laughter filled the room, and I felt a knot in my chest unwind.
Months later, Chloe was tugging at Lily’s hand as we walked into the park. “Mommy Lily, can we go on the swings?”
A mother and daughter playing | Source: Pexels
Lily’s smile was as warm as ever. “Of course we can, sweet girl.”
Watching them together, I realized how close we had all become. A moment that could have torn us apart had instead brought us together.
Honesty, trust, and a little creativity had bridged the gap. Sometimes, the scariest moments can lead to the strongest bonds.
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