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I’m hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up for life. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place), so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgement, because I think it’ll make me feel better.

I’ve moved out all my stuff, I’ve already called the cops, and informed my absentee landlord. I’ve done all the proper things, so there’s nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story.

About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About two weeks after we move in, her grandfather, who raised her, has a fucking stroke, and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.

Anyway, I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. It’s beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It’s got a couple of weird things about it, as you’ll see. There’s only four units in the building, on the second and third floors. We’re on the top floor.

The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know when they fuck. And I’m sure they know the same about us. It’s weird, the
more info we had on each other, the less we wanted to actually know each other.

They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could finally stomp around, watch porn and play Rock Band at full volume.

About four weeks ago, it got weird. It was about 1 am, and I was going to bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring.
I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds fucked up, but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.

Then I kept hearing boards creaking. It’s spring, my first in this building, so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. Then one night, as I was brushing my teeth, there was a mighty dry thump, right behind me. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. I stayed really still till I was sure there wasn’t anyone in the house and then turned on all the lights in the house. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling.

On the other side of the bathroom, where I heard the thump, is the hall closet. I open it up, and switch on the light, expecting a box to have fallen off the shelves, but it’s all gravy inside. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom, and it sounds oddly hollow. And I start to realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. I pace it out with my feet, and then a tape measure just to confirm. Sure enough, there’s about 30″ of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent.

Again, rationalization time: Surely there’s extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm, or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined, because fuck, I’ve never built a house. So in this one thick wall, some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. No big deal. I felt a lot better at the time; even better when it was the first night in a while without that weird noise below me.

So, everything is fine until last friday night. It’s about two in the morning and I’m home late from the bar, not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. Rationalize, rationalize, rationalize.

I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room, which is really just part of the garage, but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. I get down there, and into the little room, and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag.

Two things you should know about me at this point. I turn off every light when I leave a room. No matter what. My dad used to beat the shit out of me when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. Hell, I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry.

I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up, straight to my bedroom window. The light is on. And there’s a silhouette against the closed blinds.

I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention.

And then the light goes out. It happened in less than a second. Ten seconds later I’m still frozen in place, and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. Rationalization lost out, thank fucking god, and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. I called a cab and stood across the
street from the building lookin at my living room window. About five minutes before the cab showed up, the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds, like someone was looking down on me. Then nothing.

I stayed at a hotel that weekend, then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen.

It was all there. My laptop was still charging, my brand new plasma TV. The doors were locked. I moved it all out that afternoon. While my friends were with me, and I had the daylight on my side, I checked out the apartment below me. The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall.

Only someone had hammered through this wall, a big round jagged whole, exposing the tiny crawl space between.

And in this space flat against the wall, was a cheap hardware store ladder; leading up throught the darkness, to the space behind the walls, in my apartment.

I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there, maybe through the heating vents in my ceiling. I really don’t give a shit. All I care about is never seeing that building again. I mailed my keys to the landlord, told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. Done my part, moving on. Quit my shitty job, which might be the one good thing about this.

I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. I was going to take this convenient time to get the fuck out of dodge, and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa, but he died two nights ago. Still think I’d like to head back into the country, but I guess this is like a clean slate for us.

I haven’t told her yet, and I’m not sure if I will. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. She’s already got issues with security and I don’t want to add to them.. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment, or hear people moving beneath my feet, or on the other side of a wall. Never again.

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  • OP

    Glad to see you liked it…

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    • http://instagram.com/fatcakes2123 TheForgotten1

      twas an amazing story sir, Bravo :D

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  • WHO WAS PHONE?

    @OP: Someone actually submitted it to me, so it seems you have more than a few fans. Good work =)

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  • Tom

    I must say I only just descovered this site, which is a great idea. I rarely get scared, especially due to creepypasta. This one really shit me up.

    *bookmarks this site*

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  • Anonymous

    I shat bri/x/. Nice job, OP.

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  • Lolwut?

    I like this creepypasta, but it didn’t make me shit bri/x/. Is this a true story, OP?

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  • OP

    Partially.

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  • Anon

    What parts exactly are true?

    Or are you keeping those a secret for dramatic effect?

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  • OP

    A lot of the details are true, but the invasion, the hole, and the ladder are all fabricated. I still live in the building, mostly alone. And not in St. Louis.

    I wrote this on a night the noises were really freaking me out.

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  • Lord Q

    *sigh* creepy, yes. bri/x/? no. I come to /x/ looking for supernatural, inexplicable situations, not those explained by a slow murderer/madman tunneling into a bored guy’s apartment…

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  • Dale

    I guess I didn’t realize that this was /x/, or that the OP and site owner needed to cater to Lord Q.

    Write something better and submit it here, and then bitch.

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  • Brittney

    That was creepy! I would hate that! I’m 11 though and that was alot of cussing! I bet that that was your girlfriends grandpa.

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  • natalie

    That was sooooooooooooooooo wicked, yet so scary it totally rocked but not the cussing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • OP

    Thanks. I have a longer, more… ‘professional’ version of this in submission with a few anthologies and such… If it gets rejected, I’ll post it on /x/, or here.

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  • Yeah….

    Bah. The entire last two paragraphs ruin it, and it wasn’t all that frightening to begin with. I’m not really sure why this is put under “Ghosts & Spirits”, it has nothing to do with either. If the being that snuck in WAS a ghost, which the story does not imply, it wouldn’t need a ladder.

    If there IS a longer, more ‘professional’ version, please submit it. It’s a great concept… jkust a terrible presentation.

    AND TOO MUCH CUSSING! :( That’s unnecessary!

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    • http://instagram.com/fatcakes2123 Noo(TheForgotten1)

      your comment ruined it, and if you had better imagination it would have seemed a lot more creepy.I’d like to see you try come up with a frightening story and have people actually ‘liking it’, and the cussing..pffft you’re a wimp..Bahaha. @OP Amazing story OP, Bravo :D

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  • Bob

    It’s a good story, but I think you went into to much detail about the size of the wall which makes the ending really predictable. Other than that though I like it.

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  • Dreamer

    A good twist would be if after you left the apartment you got a phone call from the St. Louis PD asking you to come in and answer some questions, then you do only to find out the bodies of all your neighbors that had “moved out” had been discovered in the the apartments that surrounded yours. You can use that if you want. :-)

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  • Anon

    Almost forgot;

    Bri/x/ have been shat. Mission Accomplished, OP. Well done.

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  • Anon

    why is everyone worried about the cussing….

    i almost shat bri/x/

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  • Martin van Buren

    I lost my mud. Good job, OP.

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  • Optimiron

    And this is exactly why I love creepy pasta. I shat a bri/x/ BRILLIANT! :D

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  • Curu

    What the hell is up with everyone bitching about the swearing?

    Was a good story, btw.

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    • Jo

      what is up with “everyone” being a little hysterical betchy drama queen about like, TWO people pointing out there was waaay too much cussing? go cry about it, hypocrites.

      they were right: it’s offensive, for one but for another it looks like an angry 15 year old boy wrote it. cheap, lazy writing is what it is. no wonder most of these stories are spawned on reddit.

      it was creepy till we realized, there was no real twist or confrontation of the intruder. creepy, like “OMG LYKE I TTLY SH@T B/RIXX DAT WUZ HORRORFYING MAN!!!!1″ like all you exaggerators are doing. No offense meant to the OP, just these whiners.

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  • kristina

    @OP: Saw this story on /x/ and /b/.
    odd place to see it is /b/ but it was there. good job

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  • http://misterwelldone.wordpress.com/ Mr. Welldone

    Hello.

    Curious, but mundane.

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  • Axonar

    Bri/x/. I have shitted them.

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  • Miss Betterdone

    Hello.

    I was confused by this one at first, so I read it again, but it seemed to me there was no real climax.

    I liked it, though.

    Thank you for your time.

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