The Hole In The Wall
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.
Posted in Strange & Unknown
April 25th, 2008 at 3:51 am
Glad to see you liked it…
April 25th, 2008 at 6:58 pm
@OP: Someone actually submitted it to me, so it seems you have more than a few fans. Good work =)
April 26th, 2008 at 8:53 pm
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*
May 11th, 2008 at 11:07 pm
I shat bri/x/. Nice job, OP.
May 18th, 2008 at 8:48 pm
I like this creepypasta, but it didn’t make me shit bri/x/. Is this a true story, OP?
May 29th, 2008 at 4:44 am
Partially.
May 30th, 2008 at 11:40 pm
What parts exactly are true?
Or are you keeping those a secret for dramatic effect?
June 4th, 2008 at 3:05 am
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.
June 5th, 2008 at 1:16 am
*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…
June 5th, 2008 at 5:20 pm
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.
June 8th, 2008 at 6:48 pm
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.
June 8th, 2008 at 6:51 pm
That was sooooooooooooooooo wicked, yet so scary it totally rocked but not the cussing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
June 16th, 2008 at 12:12 am
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.
June 21st, 2008 at 3:00 pm
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!
June 26th, 2008 at 9:32 pm
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.
June 27th, 2008 at 11:53 pm
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.
June 29th, 2008 at 4:57 pm
Dear whoever the shit is fucking getting their goddamn panties in a clusterfuck: STFU and gb2Gaia. If you can’t stomach this shit, why the hell are you here in the first place? Creepypasta utilizes shit, fuck, ass, balls, dick butt, cunt, etc. on a regular basis. Point two, if you come across creepypasta expecting this shit to be [smugfags]”professional”[/smugfags], you’ve got another thing coming. This stuff is usually grabbed from message/image boards that were thrown up by someone looking for Interwebz Notoriety so they don’t feel like such fucking failures. On the rare occasion that someone makes a good one (like this, for instance), it gets fukken saved and archived. I’d like to see you fucking write your own creepypasta that’s half as good as this on the fly without really feeling the need to have over 9,000 people sucking your dick, or cunt as in your case, giving you the validation you so desperately want. Also, we get your point with the single “!”. You don’t have to slam the point home with “!!!!!!!!!!#@%^_^b&”.
With Cocks,
Doktor Anon
June 29th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Almost forgot;
Bri/x/ have been shat. Mission Accomplished, OP. Well done.
July 4th, 2008 at 5:03 pm
why is everyone worried about the cussing….
i almost shat bri/x/
July 5th, 2008 at 3:25 am
I lost my mud. Good job, OP.
July 6th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
And this is exactly why I love creepy pasta. I shat a bri/x/ BRILLIANT!
July 9th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
What the hell is up with everyone bitching about the swearing?
Was a good story, btw.
July 10th, 2008 at 1:44 am
@OP: Saw this story on /x/ and /b/.
odd place to see it is /b/ but it was there. good job
July 10th, 2008 at 2:31 pm
Hello.
Curious, but mundane.
July 16th, 2008 at 3:09 am
Bri/x/. I have shitted them.
July 16th, 2008 at 2:01 pm
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.
July 20th, 2008 at 12:15 am
That stabbing self with a toothbrush part made me laugh.
THUMP
Dammit, there goes an eye.
July 20th, 2008 at 1:53 am
Ah, I liked it! ~_^ Creepy, and mysterious, very good!! -shivers- I’m not scared, but in the dark my imagination gets the best of me….
July 23rd, 2008 at 12:06 am
The whole story was… eerily reminiscent of “House of Leaves”. Very nice though.
July 25th, 2008 at 5:07 am
Great story is great
July 25th, 2008 at 11:06 am
One of my first creepypastas, but it still holds up the bar.
Nice Job OP.
July 27th, 2008 at 11:37 pm
Hey! I remember the first submission of this to /x/! Good story.
July 29th, 2008 at 5:32 am
i had to pull myself out of the darkness because this one made me uneasy. thankfully, there’s an explicable ending. i may rest easy.
good job OP.
August 2nd, 2008 at 5:33 am
This was the first creepypasta I ever read. I think it was about 2:30 in the morning, and I was cruising /x/ instead of working on my Politics essay, and I read this. Subsequently, I shat bri/x/.
The good news: I finished my paper in record time.
The bad news: I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night.
Ah, memories.
August 4th, 2008 at 3:05 pm
THEN WHO WAS WALL-HOLER
August 8th, 2008 at 1:55 am
Creepy? Yes. Bri/x/? No.
All in all it was good. Keep writing.
August 10th, 2008 at 5:27 pm
I was thinking like some guy was peeping at the other guy through the wall, watching him bathe and stuff.
O_o
anyways nice story xD
August 11th, 2008 at 6:13 pm
odd how i’ve never seen a site like this. funny shit though. lol. not creepy not scary. just funny. no…im not crazy.
August 11th, 2008 at 6:14 pm
yes she is crazy! I should know… she’s my bff. and great story! XP
August 11th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Righty then. good story. funny shit. not scary. not creepy. funny no im not crazy. by the way im Iz
Yes, nice story.xP But… Iz… you are crazy…
says you. watever. plently of ppl think im not crazy. well….some. a few. ok…none.
even if they don’t think ur crazy, they don’t kno u…
August 12th, 2008 at 2:16 pm
well. nvm. this is just Iz. Lys aint here right now. i’d just like to commment. yes i’m crazy. no, i’m not in a mental institution. i go to a regular school, regular ppl. im just not regular. Iz is my name, Anime’s my game. Lys will tell you the same thing. byebye for now.
August 13th, 2008 at 2:22 pm
…
August 14th, 2008 at 11:55 pm
That scared the heck out of me. The swearing didn’t bother me much, since it helped me imagine the character. Twenty something year old guy, in his apartment, scared as hell.
August 16th, 2008 at 2:29 am
Creepiest story I have ever heard.
Thats gonna give me nightmares
August 16th, 2008 at 1:50 pm
OP; excellent story. Well done and keep it up. Good luck with the full version.
August 22nd, 2008 at 4:14 am
Dude, seriously. Movie. That was creepy.
August 25th, 2008 at 2:17 pm
sorry, i didnt see what was so great about it…and the tenses change…past to present past to present…><
August 25th, 2008 at 3:49 pm
Needed a corpse hidden in the wallspace. One that had been murdered and hidden by said murderer by use of the ladder. Maybe also a hidden room full of ‘trophies’. Silhouette could be murderer or angry ghost(s) of victims.
Still, incredible set-up. Living alone as a student, I can identify.
September 1st, 2008 at 9:13 pm
bricks, not so much but still pretty creepy
September 2nd, 2008 at 1:26 am
in a hole in the wall there lived a hobbit….
September 2nd, 2008 at 5:32 pm
i saw this on /x/ earlier today, and i loved it
September 5th, 2008 at 4:12 am
Why is everyone saying they ’shat bricks’?
I dont think I got it? Was there anything to get? :/ It was a pointless story..
I like the way it was written though..
September 5th, 2008 at 7:12 pm
To shit Brix means quite literally, that it scared the poop out of you.
So when they say ‘Brix have been shat’ they mean ‘I fear I have defecated myself because this story was so terribly frightening’
September 6th, 2008 at 12:06 am
i liked it,but can everyone shut the hell up about the cussing,if u don’t like it fine!shut up already, we get it
September 7th, 2008 at 11:13 am
BUT WHO WAS SILHOUETTE?
September 7th, 2008 at 8:33 pm
ITS ALL GRAVY
September 8th, 2008 at 1:12 am
i liked it, although i think if you expanded more on it, it would’ve been better. i was really disturbed though imagining protagonist sleeping all those nights with those sounds, to find out that it was a person inside the wall next to you
September 13th, 2008 at 2:47 am
BUT WHO WAS BLIND-DWELLER?
September 15th, 2008 at 12:50 pm
I think this is probably my favourite pasta now. I think the fact that it could actually happen ads to it so much.
I live alone and I’m always hearing strange sounds in my house. I’m always rationalising it too. Since I read this though it’s always been in the back of my mind and everytime I’m walking towards my house I watch the windows carefully, just in case I see someone watching me back, waiting for me O_O
Fantastic story OP. Thanks for the great creepout.
September 17th, 2008 at 9:07 am
i looked through a peep ho;e on my door once and i couldn’t see anything then i noticed there was an eye looking back at me
September 19th, 2008 at 2:49 pm
The toothbrush part hit home with me. I live in a third story apartment and was once in the bathroom trimming my beard when my neighbor decided to slam something against the wall. Scared the shit out of me! I jumped and shaved a nice four inch path through my beard…
September 19th, 2008 at 3:34 pm
butt if da flor waz mad frum papr how eh wak on it u kil mah supenshyn a disbileaf
September 20th, 2008 at 11:46 pm
Who gives a crap about the cussing? Everyone cusses, get over it
September 22nd, 2008 at 9:49 pm
wow
bri/x/ were shat indeed. This was really creepy. hope you recover from this.
September 25th, 2008 at 4:05 am
This TERRIFIES me right about now. o__o Crappedycrappedycrap, I want a roommate again. So so so much.
I think it was the narrative tone. Very sympathetic. I can totally see this being told by another average joe that honestly had this happen to him.
September 27th, 2008 at 2:47 am
I recall reading this on /x/. Very well written, I think.
September 29th, 2008 at 6:06 am
I just don’t like that the person in the wall decides to leave that area and give himself away by turning on the light. Anyway, still creepy enough to freak me out.
October 26th, 2008 at 10:25 am
Bitches need to shut up about the swearing. And why in the fuck are 11-year-olds here anyway? We need a bouncer or some shit.
Brittney, this is not for your brains. Go back to watching MTV and practicing to be the slut you will be.
October 27th, 2008 at 12:38 am
OP terrific job, and what is the age group of this website? eleven year old’s, really? and i think the cussing is great.
November 11th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
This person uses the word “fuck” way too much for my taste. It gets boring and ridiculous after a while.
November 17th, 2008 at 3:51 pm
XD OMG I shat brixs!!!
btw good one OP!
November 18th, 2008 at 11:49 pm
Honestly, I’d have grabbed an ax or some shit and gone Pyro on his ass.
November 19th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
I almost shat brix but i’m in a rather noisy place.
good job !
November 20th, 2008 at 1:08 am
Would’ve been scarier if you said ‘fuck’ a little less…
And there was a jagged WHOLE in the wall? Learn 2 spell!
Otherwise, very good pasta.