My plants and I were ATTACKED
After a long day of doing absolutely nothing, I decided I was gonna clean up my room a bit. Put away stuff into their correct place, take clothes that were due to the washing machine, mirrors needed a bit of polishing...basically anything and everything there was to do.
You see, my house is a bit of a “visited” place. Especially at the time this happened, a lot of knocking, creepy figures, footsteps and overall activity occurred during the night.
Fast-forward into my cleaning mania, I decided wiping the tables would be a great idea. Above the table, there’s a shelf where my sister keeps her plants.
Ahem, a “guest” certainly had an interesting, funny idea in mind with them.
As I leaned my head under the shelf while wiping the tables, I moved a bit backward, when suddenly, out of the blue a plant fell. If I hadn’t moved back slightly, it would’ve landed straight on my head, possibly knocking me out, if not killing me.
I stood there shocked, looking at the mess Henry the VIII. (yep, that’s the name of the plant) made right after I cleaned that damn desk! I had to clean that desk once again. That thought making me noticeably unhappy. After glaring at the table for what seemed like forever, I stared some more. How could I just easily take in the mess and poor fallen Henry the VIII., just laying there? Also, that angry, plant throwing existence almost shot me unconscious, but at least I wouldn’t’ve had to clean up after him if he’d succeeded. Taking a deep breath, I finally decided, I was gonna get to work removing the mess.
Right after that crossed my mind, out of the side of my vision I saw a black figure and Einstein, my sister’s other plant, went flying. When I looked over to where the figure were to stand, it was no longer there. So right now I had Henry the VIII. still all over the table, as well as Einstein on the floor. Be sure, I wanted more than anything to curse that prankster. Monster, to say the least. Thankfully, my “guest” didn’t test gravity on any other plants (it would’ve tried, bitch).
Nowadays, the plants reside downstairs, occasionally getting knocked down by the cat, but generally unharmed. I’m obviously still alive, living in the same “visited” house. I have no idea why it had the need to attack me (and the plants), but ever since then, nothing has gone flying (that’s a lie, in a graveyard, there has, but not in my house).
