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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This pasta made me more hungery then scared….
I want some chicken piccata now XD
I WOULD NEVER..,. actually let me corect my self oh yeah i already did have a nice ever lastin sleep~ Btw it was all my pleasure
Good pasta, sort of reminds me of..No, never mind.
@.@ makes me glad i live in house, not a apartment building.
Holly shit, ive never been so glad to live on the top floor of my appartment. Although, someone moved in the comlex not too long ago, but ihavrnt seen then since
Drat..I have to move now that you’ve found oout about me.
Fantastic writing. Sound, even musical. It would fit a song’s lyrics for sure. The theme in itself hasn’t hit me all that much – maybe because I live on the top floor (which isn’t much. my building only has two of them), but the writing got me hooked up.
Ok, never living in an apartment ever, ever. Thanks creepypasta.
O.O
Well,im never eating at anyone elses house again.
Eheheh.
Pretty good story, but I kinda knew where it was going. The whole “Mr. Nice Guy is Secretly Psycho” thing reflects off of the story of Ed Gein. Still pretty good though.
oh shit the apartment i lived in before i moved i met the people on the top floor under that, and under that but i never met the people above me and they were always silent SHIT
Delicious pasta! Om nom nom 10/10
Obviously he just wanted you to have a nap before he made a delicious cherry pie for dessert.
Um, I’m sorry.
But, I don’t understand the last part of the story.
Anyone care to explain?
And then… He ever so kindly took you to your room where you woke up.
THEN WHO WAS SHIT BRIX?
sorry. wait, my quiet neighbor just invited me to dinner. OMFG!! HOT POCKETS AND TEENS ARE BETTER THAN THIS!!!
How is it Pepsi didn’t jump on this product placement opportunity?
you guys got it easy, my fairly noisy greek neighbors were yelling stuff in greek at each other, like an argument. Well then I heard what sounded like something heavy hitting the floor now its DEAD quiet….I’m too afraid to go knock on their door
(I live in a basement suite)
Clarissa most certainly did NOT explain it all. What happens to me after I’m carried off by the old man? I guess he was kind enough to put me to sleep in his bed :3
I live on the top floor…so the man lives on the roof?
All seriousness, it was meh. Felt like I missed something.
Why don’t you have a seat over there?
SEXY
Holy Crap! This is one of those days where I’m glad I don’t live in an apartment!
This is really good! I’d have been more creeped out if the guy living above me wasn’t a noisy bastard.
Too predictable. Could use moar length, like a lot moar.
1/5
It was a bit predictable, but definitely creepy. Kindly old man that turns out to be a creepy murderer/rapist? Yeah, I’m definitely not dining with any old people in the near future…
nobody lives above me i dont even have a real attic
I feel that this was in a way related to religion. Old man upstairs being God.
i thought it was gunna be more cannibal crap but wow thats fucked up