when i was a small child, we used to have an old telly (this was when we were getting really bad stuff going on that i had no idea about), and on top of it we had a little orange plant. one morning someone came down the stairs and found a residue had dripped from a leaf onto the telly top. but the residue was frozen, as if it were a thin string of hard treacle.
didn't know what the fuck it was. someone was staying in the living room at the time, and they had heard the frankly strange things that had been going on, too. it freaked them out. anyway, knocking was heard from upstairs. isn't a big house, so it sounded like someone was stamping their feet up in one of the rooms. now, it fucking frustrates me when people say they heard knocking, because its so common, easily proven to be something else, and incredibly cliché.
well anyway, it started again, except this time it sounded fucking angry (so i have been told). it gave about 16 odd hard knocks in quick succession, and stopped. then someone touched the hard strand, and it snapped delicately, triggering a tremendous thump from upstairs. went to investigate, and found the bathroom basin smashed, with the vase that was originally sat on the bathroom windowsill stood in the broken basin, flowers still in it. the vase wasn't even cracked.
one thing i forgot to mention in my blog, was when someone found a picture of my family on the living room floor, with a monkey teddy sat on top. right in the middle of the room. in the same few minutes, i was upstairs and a lightbulb fell and hit me on the head. the light had been shining moments previous. apparently we stayed somewhere else for a few days after that.
i want to get out this fucking house, now.
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