Urban Legends & Scary Stories

Dripping Bodies

Author's Note
This is a story I made up myself. It does contain ideas from other stories but this story is my own words with most of it being my original ideas.

Ugh. England. It rains so much here! Thought Ingrid to herself as she stood holding her warm coffee cup. She had just come back from a long day at work and wanted to curl up in bed. She didn't have the energy to do the paperwork that was on the table in front of her.

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A loud drip awoke Ingrid. "NO! NO! THIS CAN NOT BE HAPPENING!" She yelled. The paperwork she fell asleep doing, was all soggy in addition to the dripping ceiling.
3 1/2 hours was the longest she had slept for in ages. Moving all her paperwork to the heater, Ingrid sighed and placed a vase underneath the dripping ceiling, thinking the ceiling would soon stop dripping. Ingrid had, had enough.

Going to bed didn't work. Ingrid barely got any sleep. She didn't even relax either. She was fretting about the amount of paperwork she still had to do.

The next day, she had seen the roof was now, instead of white, a dull brown and had started to cave in. This wasn't safe. Soon, she contacted a local roofer to come repair the damage. Unfortunately, the roofer couldn't look at the roof until the landlord had signed a contract which stated the roofer could repair the house.

Everyday, Ingrid would contact the landlord, telling him about the damage. However, there was no reply. This was getting extremely frustrating and Ingrid soon contacted the landlord informing him that she would not take any responsibility for any damage that was now made since the landlord had not been in contact with her the past months.

One night, Ingrid actually had fallen asleep a few minutes after her head had hit the pillow. Unluckily, she was woken by a loud bang. 'Really? The day I get some sleep, I'm disturbed?' Ingrid furiously thought to herself.

Tiptoeing downstairs, Ingrid gasped in shock at the horrifying scene she was gawping at. Grabbing her keys, Ingrid ran out of the house and drove to the nearest police station. As soon as the police heard about this mysterious event, investigators were sent down to Ingrid's house to analyze the body.

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"It's going to be ok," Ingrid's landlord comforted her at the police station. He had told Ingrid he wasn't replying due to the fact his phone had gone missing. He then left Ingrid since she wanted some time alone.

Soon after, an investigator walked up to Ingrid. "The identity of the body has been confirmed," Ingrid had been waiting all night to hear that. She took a great big sigh. "The body was Frederick Kablowski," As Ingrid's eyes widened she spluttered "My.... Landlord?!" The investigator nodded as her 'landlord' walked over.

Ingrid didn't even care that she had lived with a dead body for months. It was the question running through her mind that was bothering her. Who is this man, pretending to be my dead landlord?...

Author's Note: Hey guys! Did you like my first scary story? Do you want a part 2?
Could you guys please comment what you want next, because I have trouble deciding what to write about when I write a new page. Conspiracy theories? An Urban Legend? Or a scary story? 7 Reads for the next part!

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