It’s not going down

Something was amiss.

Strange things happening constantly in their house.

Come home to the furniture hovering an inch or so above the floor.

They’d pull out plates to find everyone cracked exactly and neatly down the middle.

The cat constantly hissing at darkened corners.

Now every time they woke up in the morning, theyre would be water on the floor.

At first it would be just a bit, like someone had just ran a mop across the floor.

Two days later it was more like a large puddle. Of course, they found it in the worst was imaginable, stockinged foot hitting the floor.

This evening, they woke up from dreams of being in the middle of the ocean, on a small boat, in a thunder store.

The water today was up to the top of the mattress.

She pops up and opens the door.

The water does not move.

The hallway remains completely dry.

He gets up and grabs the phone off of the wall in the kitchen.

“Yea I need a room”

“Okay, for this evening”


I get his name, credit card info, and telephone number.

“Ok just to let you know we do have a 24 hour cancellation policy. If you don’t show up tonight, your card will still be charged for this evenings reservation.”

“Oh I am definely coming! I’ll be there in and hour.”

It hear splashing in the background and him saying, “Oh it’s not going down” as he hangs up the phone.

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