I was in the bedroom that I had as a child in my mother’s house. The room was bare but for a desk against the wall. The floor boards were exposed and had been white washed. My Mom and Brad had drilled holes about 1/2 inch in diameter all over the floor. There must’ve been 100 of them. Then, these holes had larger holes drilled around them about 2 inches in diameter, but not drilled all the way thru the floor. I had also noticed that after the smaller holes were created, they had used something very hot like a poker to singe the holes given then a burned look. But then I noticed that a few of the holes were still glowing hot from the seared wood and I thought they were on the verge of catching fire. I grabbed a hose and started to spray them with water. Brad came in to see what all the commotion was as the room starting filling up with water and then teetering back and forth like the gully of a ship. It didn’t seem like the water was going to stop filling the room and by now was a couple of feet deep, swishing up on the walls as the room rocked from one side to the other. I noticed a door in the wall and realized that it was the only way to get rid of the water. I trudged over to it and opened it at just the right angle to catch waves of water and usher them out the door. To my relief, the water level subsided.
 
 
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