It Sees All

Betty Wilson could never remember when she had been as angry as she was
at that moment. Her husband, James, had been out of work for a month or so, and
they had Betty's salary to live on. All James had been doing, was sit around the
living room in his recliner all day, while Betty went off to work.

When she would return home at the end of a tiring day, there still would be supper to get. The chore would be up to Betty to perform, because the shiftless James would not lift a finger. As Betty fell into bed, she wondered how much more she would be able to take.

That afternoon, she had gone home for lunch, and had been surprised to see a strange car in the drive way. When she tried to open the door, she found it was locked. She unlocked it with her key and went in, closing the door behind her. She began looking around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. The only thing different, was that James was not in the recliner.

When she went to the bottom of the stairs, she heard a woman's laughter coming from upstairs. She could not believe her ears. She had not ever thought James would have done something like that. She crept upstairs and opened the door to their bedroom. In the bed, were James and a woman. As Betty stood in the doorway, with shock stamped on her face, James leaned over and kissed the woman.

James and the woman were so wrapped up in what they were doing, that they never knew that they had company in the bedroom. Betty picked up an ashtray and hurled it at the bed. It hit the head of the bed and shattered. The noise caused both James and the woman to look up and see Betty.

"What are you doing home? You are supposed to be at work."
"I came home to surprise you. I thought we could have lunch together."
"Not today, I don't have time."
"YOU DON'T HAVE TIME!! You had time enough to bring this woman into our
house and into our bed;"
"I can have anyone here that I want to. This is my house, too."
"How many times has she been here, James?"
"It's none of your business, Betty."

The woman was inching her way toward the door. While James and Betty were arguing, she slipped downstairs and out the front door. Betty could see the anger in James' eyes. He brought the palm of his right hand across Betty's cheek. She reached up her hand and held it against her stinging cheek. She hurried downstairs and out the door. She got into her car and drove back in the direction of town. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she managed to wipe them away and continue driving.

She drove to a coffeeshop and parked. She thought a cup of coffee might help her feel better, so she could go back to work. After she finished drinking, Betty went outside and began walking around, looking in the store windows. Soon, she arrived at a plant store. In the window, she saw the plant. It was a strange plant; with what looked like branches. At end of each branch, were what Betty thought could be eyes.

She looked to see if there was a sign as to what kind of plant it was, but there wasn't one. Betty went inside the store and asked about the plant, but no one in there knew anything about it either.
* * *
Several minutes later, the door of, the store opened and Betty walked out. Being held carefully in her hands, was the plant. When she got back to her car, she got behind the wheel and set the plant on the front seat. When she arrived at work, she locked the car and went inside. She was afraid that someone would see her bruised cheek. She went into the restroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She saw that the make-up she had put on that morning had covered the bruise.

When she returned home, she carried the plant into the house and set it on the hall table. It peaked James' curiousity enough to get him out of the recliner and over to where it had been placed. Reaching down, he turned the pot in every direction. He was trying to figure out what it was.

"Is something wrong, James?"
"What's this supposed to be?"
"It's a plant."
"It doesn't look like any plant I have ever seen."

Without another word, he turned and went back to the recliner.
* * *
A couple days after Betty bought the plant and had taken it home, she took the day off and began looking around for another apartment or house that she would afford. She could not stand James for another minute. At the house, James was on the telephone as soon as his wife's car got out of sight.

"She's gone, come on over."

Over on the table, the air was not so still. The eyes at the end of the branches all opened; the branches began moving, but soon they again became still. James had no way of knowing that there was something else in the house with him. He thought he had been alone. When the front door opened, again the branches began to move. James hurried downstairs and took the woman back up to the bedroom. On the way, she came across the plant where Betty had set it.

"What's this awful looking thing?"
"It's just a plant my wife bought and drug into the house."

The two of them went to bed and began making love. Across the hall, the plant's eyes began opening and the branches began shifting. They were so wrapped with each other that they didn't see the branches growing and soon they were able to reach over to the bed.

A sudden noise made the woman open her eyes. When she saw the plant, with its branches almost filling the entire bedroom, she shrieked. James jumped and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"
"LOOK!!"

James looked at where the woman's trembling finger was pointing. He saw the branches reaching out for him. He scrambled from the bed and tried to get away from it. As the woman continued screaming, the branches began wrapping themselves around Jame's throat. He could feel himself strangling. The branches began wrapping themselves around him, until his entire body was covered. The neighbors next door, were surprised to hear a woman screaming in the house in the middle of the day.
* * *
Inside the house, the woman was running for her life. She was no longer able to think straight. Seeing what had happened ot James had terrified her. She didn't want anyone ot find her inside the house, so she decided to go home. She got on her clothes and started for the bedroom door, when she felt something wrapping itself around her ankle. When she looked down, she saw that one of the plant's branches had caught hold of her ankle. As she screamed, she was pulled off of her feet and found herself soon wrapped entirely with the plant's branches.
* * *
When Betty returned home, she was greeting with an empty house. James' car sat in the driveway. The woman's car was sitting beside it. Betty knew that, without a doubt, James had invited the woman back into the house. When she went inside, there was no sign of either one. She crept up to the bedroom, but it too was empty. When she looked over at the table for her plant, she was in for a surprise. The plant was no longer there. She aaumed that James had thrown it out, but he was not there for her to ask.

Betty went out to look in the garbage can, but the plant was not there.
* * *
One afternoon, when Marlene Walker went ot the greenhouse to find some plants to put in her house, she spied the potted plant with the eyes on the tips of its branches. It was a hideous plant to put in someone's house, but she bought it anyway. She took it home and set it on the end table by her front window. She thought if she put it there, it would get plenty of light.

Marlene was an unlikeable woman, with three children; all under ten. She had been in court several times on charges of being abusive to them. Her husband had divorced her a year ago. He had wanted the children, but Marlene had lied and had been awarded custody of all three children.

Now, since she had the children in her house, she had changed her mind about having them. The children were miserable, but they were too afraid to want to go live with their father.

One afternoon, Marlene had been terribly cruel to her ten-year-old; a girl named Terri. Finally, she had beaten the girl and had sent her to her room. As Marlene sat in the chair in the living room, with a glass of beer in her hand, there was a sudden noise in the living room. Her attention was drawn to the plant in front of the window.

It's eyes had opened. Marlene was not sure of what she had seen. As she sat there, the branches began growing and moving toward the chair where she sat. Before she was able to move or to scream, the branches wrapped themselves around her.

When Terri went out of her room and crept downstairs to the living room, she was met by her mother's empty chair. The glass was laying on its side on the carpet.
* * *
On a stretch of road, Paul Baker was speeding away from the scene of the accident he had just been involved in. He had not wanted the police to find the containers of beer in his car; he had been drinking when he had the accident, so he had fled the scene before they had arrived. He didn't realize the trouble he was in.

The excessive speed his car was travelling, made him lose control of the car and end up in the field. He rolled down the window and began looking around. The field looked like an ordinary field. The grass was brownish from the heat, and there were a few flowers here and there.

As his eyes travelled over the field, they soon fell upon a plant. He rubbed his eyes. He was still feeling fuzy headed from all of the beer he had drank. The plant did not look like it belonged in the field. It looked like it belonged in a pot; but he had never seen a plant that looked like it. It had several branch-like things on it. And, on the tip of each one, Paul thought that he saw eyes. As he peered at it, the eyes opened. He could feel them looking at him.

He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the plant. Suddenly, he saw the branches began growing. When they began travelling in his direction, he struggled to turn the key to start the car. When it DID turn, he began driving away. He just wanted to get far away from the terror that he had seen

When he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the car flew forward and slammed into the nearest tree. Paul was knocked unconscious. He was not awake to know when the engine caught fire. He died behind the wheel. The fire destroyed the car and travelled over the ground in the direction of the plant. The flames did what no one else probably could have done. .they destroyed it. It would never be able to hurt anyone else.