The man who lives above you is the quiet tipe. 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's 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 or spoken to him, you would think no one lived up there. Quite a big change from living below a batch of rowdy teenagers.
He is terribly kind as well. Within the first week of you living there, he invites you up for dinner and offers his service 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 decided 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 this six years living there, he has left no stains. Dinner smells delightful. He already had a place set for you, almost as if he was expecting you sooner. Astounded by his kindness you seat yourself and began eating.
Almost immediately you feel a little drowsy. Overworked perhaps? He smiles and watches your muscles slowly fail you. The sauce dribbling out of the mouth you can't keep 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 ever hit the floor.
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The Mole Amongst Us
Tajemnica / ThrillerAfter attending a party Astrid didn't want to be at. The kids gathered to play a game of truth or dare. Where Astrid got sent home. Only to find out the next day that everyone at the party was found dead, except for Matt.. The one who dared her to g...
