4/18/22 The Hypno-Toilet

 The Hypno-Toilet

You stare at the toilet water as it spins round and round. All sense of time is gone as you are mesmerized by the swirl. It is not very fast or harsh, just a steady flow of circling water. The soft swishing noises are so calming and all you can do is stand and stare.

A loud buzzing noise, tries desperately to alarm you of the damage being caused to the septic tank. Slowly the tank fills up higher and higher with the wasted toilet water. You cannot hear the alarm, you are too entranced by the water in the bowl. 

As the water level rises in the underground tank, the alarm continues to blare. The little pump works as hard as it can, but without your help, it is helpless. The thought of leaving the bathroom hasn’t even crossed your mind. All that flows through your brain is the soft swirling water. 

The toilet water consumes your thoughts, nothing else matters to you anymore, only the water. You aren’t even sure why it is happening, the swirling water is nice yes, but not for this long. Something in your brain should have kicked in and forced you to go fix the problem. You quickly realize you are unable to move, imprisoned by the trance of the toilet.

You desperately try and convince your legs to move but they refuse. Your eyes remain glued to the toilet bowl. In your head you know the water in the septic tank is rising dangerously high but there is nothing you can do. You are stuck and there is no one around to help you.

Along with the sounds of the toilet bowl water flowing, you can now hear the rushing water outside, coming from the pipes of your septic tank. A tear falls down your face. You think to yourself if this is your life now, will you die, staring at this toilet, as your whole property floods? What is so captivating about this toilet? Sadly you would receive neither answer, you could only stand in pain as your septic system quickly destroys itself.


The End

4/18/22

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