The Flooding House
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Once a night I was bored. I was alone at home and had nothing to do. Usually I then go to the toilet and start flushing it and make it bubbled and make it strange noises. But this time I had a different plan.
In the neighbourhoud there was a distant empty house. It was going to be demolished, so I thought it would be kind when I helped a little. So I took a big hammer and some other tools and went to the house. There was nobody in the street, as far as I looked. After a walk of five minutes I entered the house and started smashing all windows, doors and walls. Then I went to the bathroom. Playing with the shower I noticed with pleasure that there was still running water in the house. Mostly empty houses are disconnected from water, electricity and gas, but this one wasn't.
So I got another idea. I climbed the toiletbowl and cracked the balcock in the cistern, to let the bog flushing nonstop. Then I turned all faucets in the house, upstairs and downstairs. The drain couldn't handle all the water at the same time, so the sinks in the bathroom and the toilet started to overflow.
In the house there was a heatingboiler too. And of course there were radiators, 13 of them. I went to the boiler and connected the hose that is ment to fill the boiler between it and the faucet outside the house. I turned the faucet to full and waited to see the boiler overflow. I always have a radiatorkey with me, because I love to turn open the airoutlet of radiators in public places. So I turned open the outlets of all the radiators. Now the water was spalshing in the whole house, I felt the kick of wreckness growing and growing all over my body.
I went to the toilet and watched it overflowing. Then I thought it would be nice to blow up the toilet with sodium. But you know how sodium reacts with water, so I had to be very carefully. At home I had a lot of sodium and a flexible pipe that fixes in the drain under the toiletbowl. I left the house and went home. In the bathroom I took the pipe that I wanted to use in the toilet of the flooding house. I taped one end of the pipe. I filled it to a quarter with toiletpaper. Then I did sodium in it, till the pipe was filled to 75 percent in totally. The rest of the pipe I filled with more toiletpaper. At last I wrapped the pipe with seran wrap.
With this selfmade huge bomb I turned back to the flooding house. Water falled downstairs, from the seeling, along the walls and runned out of the house. Quickly I pressed the pipe into the toiletdrain, so that the top reached out a little above the water in the bowl.
Then I moved to a save distance from the toilet, but close enough to see the toilet exploding. Yeah, there it was! A huge bang! Thousands of pieces of porcelain flied around. A big fountain squired stinky drainstuff into the house. Now I was enough satisfied with my deeds. This was all I always dreamt about.
I left the flooding house and went back home. The next day I turned back to see how the situation of the house was. Well, it was demolished. It was one great open hole. Sad enough, on one way, but I have had the greatest kick in my whole life.