Adopted By The Creepypastas [Completed]

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Kate p.o.v

I ran as far as I could. I finally reached a city of some sort. I looked around for an apartment and found a run down place.

I didn't have money, so I guess this is the next big thing. I went in and the wall paper were falling and the floors were rotting.

"What do you want"

"Umm I-I would like I room"

He intimidated me even though I could kill him easily.

"Oh, ok... pay me when you can"

He gave me a room key which had the room number D10. I went into the elevator and once it opened it creaked. I was scared to go in, but i had no choice.

I clicked the fourth floor and it went up stopping a few times. Once it opened, I looked for the tenth door.

I found it and put the key in, it took a while for me to get it open but once I did, I almost fell in as it opened suddenly.

I turned on the lights and found the kitchen to the left and the living room to the right.

The living room had a foldable chair with a coffee table in the middle. It seemed sad to see it by its self.

The kitchen had a sink and a microwave, along with a dusty refrigerator.

What separated the kitchen and the living room was a counter with tall stoles.

I looked around and found the washing room which had the same tile floors but it was diamond shaped.

I went to the bed room and found a dirty bed with a nightstand and a small table which held a really big tv, like one of the old ones. It seemed like the table could break any time soon.

I went towards the bathroom, and from where I was standing, I could smell the horrible things they did in there. There was a sink a toilet and a shower. The usual things you would find in there.

In front of the restroom was a closet. It had to hang clothes and put shoes on the ground. It had three slots of wood where you could put more shoes or something.

It was runed down, but with alittle fixing, it could look good as new. I wasn't planning on ruining my life again.

-Days later-

I got home from work, which is just playing my violin in the streets. It gives enough to pay for this place, barely. I have also fixed and bought furniture

//pic above\\

I was planning to share with a roomate, maybe I could sleep in an inflatable bed. Either way, I was happy, good home, good food and we'll paid "job"

I figured out that I could play the violin the day when I was trying to sell it. I have also sold drawings I make and run a instagram page which also has my drawing to sell.

I started to make the poster, it read

"Looking for a roomate, cost 500$ a month. Call if you would like it"
666-666-0101

(Made up # btw)

I printed some out and grabbed my coat and headed out. I walked a mile.... almost.... and posted them all on a poll. I was tiered shitless once I got home.

I fell on the bed and was in the verge of falling asleep when I felt a dig go off on my phone. I took it out and read the message

<hey is this the person with the poster waiting a roomate

Yeah, would you like a room, its only one, but I'm fine with it, I can sleep on the couch, I just need the money>

<yeah, I've been wanting to have a place of my own, so it 1,000 fine with you?