Or it could be that the Best Buy on 280 is known as far afield as Mumbai as the breeding ground for an unspeakable, unknowable evil thought killed by a mob late that September night, only now finding manifestation in random, furious electric pulses of hatred. It could be you are Patient Zero for a Lovecraft-by-way-of-William-Gibson malevolence of raging electrons and spiteful sparking.

When he said The Best Buy, perhaps he meant...the Best Buy, under which Edison's undead nightmare sleeps.

(God, I'm glad you can still keep a sense of humor about you right now. I'd be gnawing my own foot off.)