Creepypasta stories

Unexpected Roommate

Apartments round here STARTED at $800 without utilities. And places around $800 usually had broken windows and cockroaches all over the place. But I figured, what's the harm in checking it out. So I emailed the guy about it.  

I guess him replying within 5 minutes should have been a warning sign. When I spoke with him, he practically begged me to take a look at it that day. He even said he'd knock $50 off the rent if I took it today. That should have set off alarm bells.

You have to realize I was at a very vulnerable period in my life. I had been laid off my teaching job a year and a half ago. I had been teaching senior English class up until I had difficulty with one of my students. I caught her cheating during her final exam and told her I had to flunk her. She got mad, telling me that she had a scholarship to such and such college, that her dad knew Mr. So and so, and that she was sure that if I spoke with him, they could, "Work something out."

This was back when I had ethics, so I told her no way.  So the class ended. Ultimately so did my job there as she and her friends began spreading rumors that I propositioned her. So that was the end of my employment there. She, being head cheerleader and having friends/family in high places and being a terrific actress, got the community to believe her.

My boss privately told me that he and the school committee doubted her story, but given it was all over the news; they could not have me there anymore. So they laid me off and fortunately let me get unemployment. Unfortunately, my fiancée at the time, didn't believe me and told me "I must have done something" to cause her complaints, so she broke off our engagement.

The unemployment dried up after a year, so I had to move back to my parents' house for a while. Things then started looking up. A family friend helped me get a good retail job with excellent commission. So I was able to start saving up some cash. In retrospect, I should have done some background research but I was desperate to leave my parents' house. I really needed my privacy.  But in the end, my pride overwhelmed my common sense.

So I met the prospective landlord. At first I thought I had the wrong place as the neighborhood was beautiful. It was in one of those high class places, with Porsches and BMWs in each driveway. But I knew I had the right place when the guy came out of the apartment waving me down.  

The apartment was awesome. Everything was new and in great shape. It was like an apartment in Beverly Hills or something. Two floors. Hardwood floors. Washer, dryer, dishwasher, deck w/ grill, pool, the works. And he was willing to offer it to me for $350 per month. All he wanted was first and last. So I gladly paid him right then and there with the lease beginning July 1st. He even sweetened the deal by letting me move in (w/o extra cost) the weekend before the 1st.

I set up the utilities, contacted the moving company, and started the move in. With the cheap rent and included utilities, I was able to afford a nice TV, furniture, and even some high class booze. I felt like a king. I was living large. All the problems I had gone through with the school and my ex felt like they were a million years ago. Now I was living the good life.  

How stupid I was.

End of part one....  

Part two..

A few nights into my tenancy, I was watching TV and checking out Facebook. Cold. I remember feeling cold. Which was weird given that it was a humid summer night and I only had one little fan on. Oh well, lower AC bills, I remember laughing to myself. Then I saw my ex's name on Facebook announcing that she was engaged to some dude. That hurt. And looking at all of the congratulatory posts just made me feel worse.  

Some of you will probably ask why I was still friends with her on Facebook. Simple. It was part of us remaining friends. We had a lot of mutual friends. OK, most of our friends actually had been her friends. I had been an only child growing up and me and my family had moved here from Ohio back when I was 17. I had some friends, but not as many as her. Let me put it this way.. If we had gotten married, her bachelorette party would have outnumbered my stag party twenty to one.