Thursday, September 9, 2010

The Man who Lives Above You

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 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. It's 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, you 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 watching your muscles slowly fail you, the sauce dribbling out of the mouth you can't hold closed. You start to slide from your chair, and 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.

18 comments:

  1. I'm glad I live on the top floor. :P

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  2. Someone was served a nice roofie-colada!

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  3. I'm glad I don't live in an apartment. O_O

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  4. Goddamnit my father lives on the floor above me

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  5. What a smoldering pile....

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  6. Wait, what the hell just happened?

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  7. i think the guy above him poisoned him or something

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  8. Well.

    I live below a bunch of rowdy teens and toddlers who jump off of things.

    There was a guy who worked at the funeral home who lived below me though. He was actually pretty awesome.

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  9. So the main character got raped?

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  10. /\ Meh. Or killed. Or maybe he just was working too hard and enjoyed a meal before promptly falling asleep in the middle of it.

    Rest assured, it's not the latter.

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  11. So the mice in my attic will murder me?

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  12. What on earth did I just read?

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  13. what do you mean by you wont even hit the floor? on the last sentence

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  14. The people above me are noisy. I swear they're bowling or playing marbles up there.

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  15. @ kutsushita: well apparently the man upstairs was an expert serial killer all that time. no one even knew he was murdering people b/c he was so quiet about it

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  16. THEN WHO WAS MAN???

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