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I'm hoping at least the pit will enjoy this because it's probably ****ed me up for life. It's seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my **** into my friends place), so I want to get this out there and have people call bull**** and pass judgment, because I think it'll make me feel better.

I've moved out all my stuff, I've already called the cops, and informed my absentee landlord. I've done all the proper things, so there's nothing left to do but share my little ****ed up city living story.

About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About two weeks after we move in, her grandfather, who raised her, has a ****ing stroke, and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.

Anyway, I'd been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. It's beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It's got a couple of weird things about it, as you'll see. There's only four units in the building, on the second and third floors. We're on the top floor.

The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know when they ****. And I'm sure they know the same about us. It's weird, the more info we had on each other, the less we wanted to actually know each other.

They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could finally stomp around, watch porn and play rock band at full volume.

About four weeks ago, it got weird. It was about 1 am, and I was going to bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refrigerator downstairs. Something I'd never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds ****ed up, but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.

Then I kept hearing boards creeking. It's spring, my first in this building, so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. Then one night, as I was brushing my teeth, there was a mighty dry thump, right behind me. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. I stayed really still till I was sure there wasn't anyone in the house and then turned on all the lights in the house. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling.

On the other side of the bathroom, where I heard the thump, is the hall closet. I open it up, and switch on the light, expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves, but it's all gravy inside. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom, and it sounds oddly hollow. And I start to realize that the closet isn't as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. I pace it out with my feet, and then a tape measure just to confirm. Sure enough, there's about 30" of space in between the two walls that I thought were adjacent.

Again, rationalization time: Surely there's extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm, or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined, because ****, I've never built a house. So in this one thick wall, some huge ****ing rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. No big deal. I felt a lot better at the time; even better when it was the first night in a while without that weird noise below me.

So, everything is fine until last Friday night. It's about two in the morning and I'm home late from the bar, not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. It's been open since the neighbors vacated. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. Rationalize, rationalize, rationalize.

I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room, which is really just part of the garage, but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. I get down there, and into the little room, and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag.

Two things you should know about me at this point. I turn off every light when I leave a room. No matter what. My dad used to beat the **** out of me when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry.

I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up, straight to my bedroom window. The light is on. And there's a silhouette against the closed blinds.

I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to ****ing attention.

And then the light goes out. It happened in less than a second. Ten seconds later I'm still frozen in place, and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. Rationalization lost out, thank ****ing god, and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building looking at my living room window. About five minutes before the cab showed up, the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds, like someone was looking down on me. Then nothing.

I stayed at a hotel that weekend, then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on Sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen.

It was all there. My laptop was still charging, my brand new plasma TV. The doors were locked. I moved it all out that afternoon. While my friends were with me, and I had the daylight on my side, I checked out the apartment below me.

The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall.

Only someone had hammered through this wall, a big round jagged whole, exposing the tiny crawl space between.

And in this space flat against the wall, was a cheap hardware store ladder; leading up through the darkness, to the space behind the walls, in my apartment.

I don't know how he got into my apartment from there, maybe thought the heating vents in my ceiling. I really don't give a ****. All I care about is never seeing that building again. I mailed my keys to the landlord, told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. Done my part, moving on. Quit my ****ty job, which might be the one good thing about this.

I'm typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. I was going to take this convenient time to get the **** out of dodge, and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa, but he died two nights ago. Still think I'd like to head back into the country, but I guess this is like a clean slate for us.

I haven't told her yet, and I'm not sure if I will. Told her our landlord went ape**** and kicked me out. She's already got issues with security and I don't want to add to them.. But I don't ever want to live in an apartment, or hear people moving beneath my feet, or on the other side of a wall. Never again.
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#3
this post is overly long. summarize anybody?
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#4
Wow, that's really freaky. You should go back there and wait up all night to see who it is!

And then come back and write about it, because you're a really good writer. :O

And Raiderkid, read it all because it's interesting.
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this post is overly long. summarize anybody?

ts moved into an apartment

there were thin walls and he could hear everything going on in the other people's rooms.

ts discovered there was a large space between two walls in the place.

he went out one day to do laundry and looked in and saw someone in the room.

he went and stayed in a hotel, went back with some friends, checked the other rooms below his which had the same large gap but one had a hole in the wall.

inside there was a ladder that led up the gap.

or something like that i think
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#6
It looks long, but if any of you could take the five minutes it takes to read it, you'd probably find it interesting.

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#8
maybe its the landlord trying to mess with your head.


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#9
Holy **** that's scary. Pervy landlord, probably.
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#11
Abunai X is right, you're a great writer. ^^ And why would the pit enjoy this? ;o I think it's kind of sad really. =(

Well, hope things work out for you, boy! =D

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#13
that is actually a really cool story.
i mean, without you almost getting butt raped and murdered.

it was interesting.
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#14
So basically you think you were being watched for a year and a half?


I'm sorry


Edit: like everyone else said good story... was spine chilling at points lols
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#15
i agree with Abunai X in going back and writing a follow up =D


this was a really interesting start to my day.


thanks man, oh and, don't get eaten by a ghost or something (Y)
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#19
Actually as others have said your writing is well done. If guitar doesn't work out for you there's always writing as a career option.
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#20
Oh, my bad, I didn't write this, it's just a really good creepy pasta that I though the pit would enjoy.
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Are you pondering what I'm pondering pinky?

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I think so, Brain, but where would we buy rubber pants at this hour?
#22
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I will read it regardless, but is it fiction?

I'm not quite sure, but it might be.
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I think so, Brain, but where would we buy rubber pants at this hour?
#23
Thats scary as hell. I want to know what the landlords reaction was? Maybe it was him?
#24
It was probably just a bush.
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#25
Damn, 23 post and 24 views, pretty good.
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I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up, straight to my bedroom window. The light is on. And there's a silhouette against the closed blinds.

I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to ****ing attention.

About five minutes before the cab showed up, the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds, like someone was looking down on me. Then nothing.



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#28
Yeah, this is creepypasta.

I like how many UGers don't go on 4chan. It shows how mature the pit is.
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#29
i enjoyed that, but thats weird
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#30
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Mindf*ck.
When you see it, you'll sh*t bricks

person is in front of the blinds

light is outside

light goes through the blinds but not through the person

area where person is looks black and light can be seen where said person isn't

boom! silhouette.
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#31
That's awesome. If it's real that is one crazy mofo that went through all that trouble.
#32
Good story, I keep rocking between "that sounds very true" and "that is too crazy".

The fact the ending is a bit like a thriller novel I read recently (I haven't told her yet, I don't know what to do.. hinting he may end up dead or something) makes me think it's fiction.

Still great though.
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person is in front of the blinds

light is outside

light goes through the blinds but not through the person

area where person is looks black and light can be seen where said person isn't

boom! silhouette.


No no no no no.

Dude leaves apartment assuming there is no-one inside and that the light was off.

Dude loks into his room, see's light on, and person in his room.

Boom!

Mindf*ck ensues.

Bricks are shat.
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#35
i read the first paragraph..

hmm yeah should be a hole in the wall.
#36
Sorry TS but Im not reading that!
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#37
The scary thing is that he hears a noise "a hushed conversation, with only one person talking, Just a babbling, not quite regular drone".

Some one has been watching his bathroom and talking to himself. Thats one crazy stalker.
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#38
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Sorry TS but Im not reading that!

If you're not gonna read it, then why post in the thread. Just because you have the attention span of a gerbil doesn't mean you have to address it out loud.
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If you're not gonna read it, then why post in the thread. Just because you have the attention span of a gerbil doesn't mean you have to address it out loud.


Well said mate, well said.
#40
This reminds me of that wall of text story about the cavers.
Anyone have a link to that, I was too scared to finish it before?

And anyone remember the huge one someone posted about a "better snake than lever" with the guy stuck in the desert.
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