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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@Ples: Fuuuuuuuuuck now I’m freaked out Ples. Goddammit.
This reminds me very strongly of a recent episode of Doctor Who with Matt Smith. “The Lodger.”
OMG.
How will she ever get the Coke Zero stains out of her carpet?!
Nice!! I live on the top floor of our apartments….. i hope there is-int someone living in the attic!!
Anyone else reminded of Ples from Hanna is Not a Boy’s Name?
It’s only rape if they don’t agree to it.
He didn’t say no.
Ah, how everyone loves a classic murder/rape story.
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
GREAT GOODNESS.
Creeped.
What he thought he wanted was dinner. But what he really wanted was to _be_ dinner!
Mistaken cannibalism, again.
It was an interesting idea in terms of plot, but I sorta saw it coming. Plus the writing sounds like it was done with a forced British accent.
HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO HOT POCKETS COKE ZERO
This should be in the rape category rather than the death one.
Then who was chicken piccata?
I live in a townhouse so i didn’t really scare me but never the less it’s still some delicious pasta…
This really got me. I’m the only young person in an apartment full of creepy old people. Real hit on the head. Excellent job!
You gonna get raeped boy!
what the fuck? did he raep him
One of the best I’ve read so far. Simplicity swoons me like no other, lol.
Kinda figured it. But still, creepy.
<33 One of my favorites. :D
Oh god, did anyone else get the whole “no one will hear a thing” bit at the end? Kind of like he’s been doing the same sort of thing all the time o.o
I like how they leave you to fill in the rest at the end. Sadly I’m too lazy to make anything up D:
If this hadn’t been filed on CreepyPasta, it would have probably landed in RhapeLand-Where-Pervy-Man-Keeps-Downstairs-Owners-Sexually-Enslaved.
So, um… what next? :(
This is not shit brix worthy..
O.O
Good thing i live on the top floor D:
damn all the nice guys are ether gay or rapists D:<
The creepy part for me is that I DO live below a man who lives alone, who is always very quiet… And who likes to watch people from his window…
ooooOOOoooo, I’m going to go introduce myself. I hope he makes tacos.
Did I just get raped? Or murdered?
Beautiful story!
I AM the (wo)man that lives above you >:3