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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@ i am a shark
lmfao
At least no one mentioned Candlejack that meme is shi
It’s refreshing to stumble across such a well written short story. If this were eBay I would give you “A+++ would deal with again!”
I think he was a vampire.
A vampire plumber.
A vampire plumber chef.
A lonely vampire plumber chef.
A lonely vampire plumber chef whose only desire was to rape.
I think that’s it.
That was awesome : )
but I don’t live below anyone so I guess no paranoia for me haha
*Only thing
Holy…
Son of a…
Damn. The thing that is imperfect about this delicious pasta (OM NOM NOM) is that there’s no motive.
Coke Zero= Modern Story= IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU= mildly creepy pasta
Was I the only one who thought it pretty obvious what was going to happen?
Mm, seeing as I live below a family that never fails to wake me up every weekend morning as they stomp about hollering at their shrieking toddler in some Middle Eastern language I can’t peg, I think I’m safe.
Not particularly creepy in my personal opinion, but written well enough, and at least it was unique.
Loved it, I did.
Damn, and we’re getting a new upstairs neighbor soon too, the creepy thing is she has the same first name as me and apparently the same love of gardening (but for some reason our landlady is letting her pretty the place up and never let me do it…)
Wow. Awesome.
BUT WHO WAS HOT POCKET?!
This was killed for me by the fact I live below an extremely noisy family whose kids like to thump and run around all damn day. :(
Otherwise, quite nice.
thank god I live on the top floor.
Well, He’s going to wake up several hours later in a daze.
With a very sore ass.
Oh SHI-
I never here the person above me, so very creeped out now.
Oh no, wait. I heard them once being extra loud and shouted “Shut the fuck up!”
lol i live in a house too. I actually thought it was alright, i mean it’s better than the old guy eating him right?…or was that what he was about to do o.O!?
LMAO @ Anony Moose’s comment.
BUT WHO WAS DATE-RAPIST?!?
Eh, it was alright except the Coke Zero part. If the story’s protagonist is the second person (you), then the first person shouldn’t assume the protagonist’s beverage of choice. Other than that, pretty solid creepypasta.
AAAH! MY NEIGHBORS ARE ALL OLD PEOPLE!!! D:
Anyway good pasta.
How does this have four stars?
I could see the ending coming from a mile away, and it wasn’t scary at all.
rather good we laughed
however does not pretend to us for we live in house apartments are too small not enough room to think although we are alone
@Anon23:
Murder.
Then rape.
I thought I was going to be hilarious and write “WHO WAS MR. HECKLES?”
Then I realized that he was the downstairs neighbor.
…fail.
I live in a house too, and while something definitely lives in my attic, it’s not a quiet nice old man, and it’s never invited me to dinner. Whatever it is is really loud. I’m betting squirrels.
This seems kind of drab for a creepypasta, not to nitpick. I also feel like I missed something somewhere. This kind of thing really happens to people on a regular basis… not as paranormal as I like here, I guess. Not that it was bad.
Joke’s on him once again. I’m immune to all sedative drugs.
Thanks for the Chicken Piccata anyways, ungrateful old dinosaur.
Uh guys, sometimes the ending SHOULD be opened ended for you to think what he’s gonna do to you?? Kill you? Rape you? whatever floats your boat :P
Still kinda bad for an ending though, would be a twist if “you” killed the guy with hot pockets.
You don’t want chicken picatta~, you wan’ HOT POCKIT!