The Man Who Lives Above You
| Written by | Clarissa |
|---|---|
| Published on Creepypasta.com | March 2009 |
| Length | 402 words · about 2 minutes to read |
| Story level | Micro |
| Reader rating | 8.0/10 from 485 votes |
| Category | Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances |
The man who lives above you is the quiet type. How lucky you are to live in an apartment underneath someone so courteous! It seems he never drops anything, seeing as how you never hear any loud thumps coming from the rooms above yours. He is even kind enough to keep the volume on his radio and TV too low to disrupt you. Come to think of it, had you not seen and spoken to him, you would think no one lived up there. Quite a big change from living below a batch of rowdy teens.
He is terribly kind as well. Within the first week of you living there, he invites you up to dinner and offers his services as a plumber in case you have any leaky faucets. The maintenance crew at this complex is awfully incompetent. You can’t have it all, I suppose.
He didn’t even get offended when you told him you were far too busy and didn’t know him well enough to dine with him. He simply smiled, gave you his number, and let you know the offer stood as long as you lived below him.
One night, you decide to take him up on his offer, seeing as how you’re tired of the Hot Pockets your busy schedule allows. You call, uncertain about whether or not he is home due to the utter silence from above, and he answers and invites you to join him upstairs; he has made far too much chicken piccata to eat himself.
You climb the stairs and enter his apartment. It’s impeccable. You’ve already managed to spill some Coke Zero on your carpet. In his six years living there, he has left no stains. Dinner smells delightful. He already has a place set for you, almost as if he was expecting you sooner. Astounded by his kindness, you seat yourself and begin eating.
Almost immediately, you feel a bit drowsy. Overworked, perhaps? He smiles and watches your muscles slowly fail you, the sauce dribbling out of the mouth you can’t hold closed. You start to slide from your chair, you can almost feel the floor meeting your body, but no. He catches you. No sound is made. He carries you down the hall, ever so quietly. You’re growing too unconscious to worry, so rest assured, no one will hear a thing; you won’t even hit the floor.
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Credited to Clarissa.
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Well, I live on the toop floor of my apartment complex, but I always play my music/tv/Xbox360 at a really loud volume, so no one needs to worry about medoing shit like that crazy man
This would have been SO AWESOME if the people upstairs from me didn’t dribble bowling balls and march like elephants and then glare at me like I’M THE LOUD ONE.
If quiet people ever move in upstairs, I’ll start crying. A++ pasta, but I just can’t relate.
Yeah, it assumes something about the reader, but that’s not always a bad thing. That makes it a ton scarier for someone who lives in an apartment complex, and for the people that don’t, there’s something called suspension of disbelief or a little imagination. You’re supposed to put yourself in that person’s shoes, imagine what he or she is going through.
If you say “I don’t live in an apartment, and that killed it for me” then you’re missing the point entirely.
Personally, I’m glad there wasn’t some thought-out, established motive explained. It would’ve just added unnecessary length to a good, short pasta, and taken away the mystery of what’s going on.
But I already live on the top floor of a three story apartment. Im pretty quiet, so I guess I’m that guy.
He doesn’t make sounds with footsteps? Hmm.
Also, I live on the top floor in student halls. There is roof space above, but it’s really well padlocked. Not sure why it’s padlocked though…
RAEP
Yeah i like it, specially the last sentence ;)
Was alright. Story was written well, but two big things kinda ruined it for me.
1) Once again, another story that tries to assume something about the reader. What if reader lives in a house, or perhaps the top floor of their apartment building?
2) Why did crazy man upstairs apparently drug the reader? Gonna kill the reader, and if so, why? Possibly reader was too loud for Upstairs-Man? Maybe reader’s neighbor is just bat-shit crazy? A little inkling into motive might have sealed that down a little better.
Really good. Best pasta this site has had in a while now.
they forgot to upload the last lines
“you wake up later in your room, with a burning sensation in your anus….”
Better than “the voice” at least.
THEN WHO WAS FLOOR?
Anon23 – I think it was murder and then rape….that way it’s quieter.
I like. And am I glad I live in a dorm with other noisy teens.
Its the tie-in to the PLEASE WAKE UP story. The old man drugged and raped you and it caused you to create the dream world.
I liked it. Definitely makes you distrust free meals.
Oooh I liked the ending. O.o
:/ I don’t have an upstairs..
So he can live in my ceiling like Ceiling cat…
This pasta was good. Not creepy but still interesting.
@ Anony Moose
he lives in your attic
@ Keindrae
haha your comment made me smile XD
btw i liked this pasta its actually something that can happen in real life its creepy because its so believable
Yeah, it’s nice to have a realistic pasta that is actually creepy. It manages to stay simple, but it is still very well written.
Joke’s on you! I live in a house!
Now that is creepy! I would rather live off of Hot pockets than eat with him…
Im guessing he kills you huh?
The writing was superb but the ending was flaccid. HOLY SHIT, the guy was a motiveless evil murderer who makes tasty chicken picante. I was expecting something horrifying and got a creepypasta cliché.
omg, that was fantastic!
i really, really liked that one. it did not help ease any paranoia i had.
Whoa. o.o Nice pasta. A welcome change from the recent batch, I’d say!
LOL Old man rape
Someone’s going to yell at me for this:
I don’t get it.
Honestly D: Is there a gas that’s somehow only in his room? Or maybe food poisoning? I don’t like to be confused >.<
I think the coke zero was drugged or poisoned or something
Wow… just wow! This one sufficiently weirded me out!\
But who was coke zero? sorry had to be done.
I think I just got raped.
Good story.