found drama

You and Her have just moved into a new home. A townhouse or a condo; fairly narrow, but enough room for your belongings and looks to be fairly comfortable. Having just moved in, there are still boxes everywhere, most of them half-open. You imagine it will be a couple days before you’d even pretend to be “fully moved in” but you’ve both decided to call it a wrap for the night. It’s getting late and you need your sleep. The bedroom still isn’t set up, so you head down to the basement to unfold the sleeper sofa and tuck yourselves in.

Not long after your head hits the pillow, you have an ill-feeling. You glance down at the floor. You flip back the corner of the rug. The basement is rapidly filling with water. You wake Her in a panic. She begins picking things off the floor, trying to bail the water as it rushes in river-like. You run upstairs, looking for the source of the flooding. None of the faucets are running. The toilet isn’t overflowing. But the water runs down the walls and down the stairs. You run up even further, all the way to the loft. Glancing up, you see cracks, water and light streaming through. Like the house is coming apart at the seams. Why so much water? Where is it coming from? And you realize you’d never had an inspection on this house. But where was all that water coming from?

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