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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Best pasta in months!
:| Kinda put off by the ending… What happened? It wasn’t creepy, as the story has been heard, seen, and done so many times already. I was just reminded of that urban legend where you wake up and your organ/s are gone. Although it was kind of neat the way the man could just simply put you to bed and not do anything at all, but also do something horrible, it doesn’t make for a CREEPYpasta…
i liek this
Oh hey I know, let me go eat at the house of some guy that freaks me the fuck out/I don’t know. Let me just keep eating even though I’m starting to feel funny. Let me just go ahead and trust the food of a stranger. HUURRRR
This pasta makes me glad I have loud neighbors above me.
Oh hi Candlejack how ya doi
Oh hi Candlejack how you doi
THEN WHO WAS HOT POCKET?
If the Hot Pocket was more delicious, I wouldn’t have gotten tired of it and gone up there! >=( I blame Hot Pockets!
“Beware the nice ones”, I think that’s how they say. Ingenious. O_O
‘Twas me
@ the guy who lives above
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You can never trust the quiet ones.
@guy who lives above, lol. sorry. a big misunderstanding then.
yeah. rape indeed.
i didnt drug the food the dum shit just fell asleep i was bringing them back to there apartment godamnit
This pasta was AMAZING!!!! This is even better than the dead baby joke I heard today!
What do you get when you hit a baby with a hammer?
An erection.
I like it.
:]
But, at the same time, I dunno what you could have done, but the ending was a little too settle.
Oh my. This is a very well written pasta indeed. i love how the ending sort of leaves you to imagine what he does to you.
10/10
Nice.
I could see it coming, but I’d give it a 7/10.
O_O What would he want from me?
Anyway, nice pasta. Creepy. Not necessarilly scary, but creepy.
It’s well written and all but not my kind of story didn’t reeeeeeeeeealy like it that much
THEN WHO WAS CHICKEN PICCATA?
Sorry, nobody had said that. I just felt I had to. Ossum Pasta.
amazing :]
There aren’t many that are worth reading. This however is one of them. Definitely 10/10 from me.
It’s worth it for the delicious chicken piccata!…I think.
THEN WHO WAS CHICKEN PICCATA?
I like this one. Just vague enough to be interesting.
Though I wouldn’t complain about just a little more detail.
But it honestly was good as-is. <3
Delicious pasta, delicious sauce, excellent meal.
I agree, Azriel. Sometimes bad things happen and no one knows why. Maybe you remind him of his dead wife, maybe he is just batshit insane. The not knowing is even scarier.
@ Methian
I agree, this story really could tie in wPLEASE WAKE UP
damn product placement