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The Man Upstairs

10/2/2016
My neighbor is weird. He or she or whoever lives above us in our apartment building and they never sleep. I guess their room is above mine because I hear them pacing all night, starting around midnight every night. I tried to complain about it once, but I got in trouble because dad said twelve year olds should be asleep before midnight. Parents, am I right? Anyway, mom bought me this 'diary' to write down my feelings about the move even though I insisted I didn't want one. So, I decided to use this as a research journal instead- subject: the person upstairs. Like I said, my neighbor is weird, and I'm going to find out what their deal is.

10/3/2016

I ended that last entry kind of quickly, seeing as I've never had one of these things before. I asked my mom about the person upstairs and she said she'd never seen them before. She said she thought everyone that lived in the building came to greet us the day we moved in, but maybe they weren't friendly. She told me to leave the poor person alone. I, obviously, didn't take that too seriously. I asked if could go to the top floor, their floor, and see the view after that. She asked why, and said the view would be the same as from our floor, but she let me go after enough pestering if I promised to be back in five minutes. I made sure to check the map by the stairs of the entire building that pointed out every exit, and found the one just above us. The hallway looked the same, the doors looked the same, even the carpet looked the same. I found their room and knocked on the door two times before running back to the stairs and hiding. No one ever came.

10/4/16

Yesterday was weird. After I waited a while for the person upstairs to answer the door with no reply, I gave up and went home. The rest of the day was normal, but at night was when it got, well, weird. I laid there trying to stay awake long enough to hear the pacing, but it never came. What I did hear though was much more freighting. Just as I was nearly asleep, I heard two distinct knocks on the ceiling directly above my head. Of course I stood on my pillow and knocked back, and I got a reply. Two more knocks. I knocked again and heard nothing more so I laid back down, fairly satisfied that I had in fact made some form of contact with the person upstairs. They did reply to the last two knocks though, just not on the ceiling. Next time I heard the knocks they were coming from my closet door. I slept in the living room last night.

10/4/16

I'm in bed and am too scared to close my eyes. All I can do is stare at the closet door, wondering how they got in there, or if it was just my imagination. I've been laying here for a few hours with no further noises. I'm going to try and sleep now.

10/5/16

Every little sound had me scared out of my mind last night. I finally woke up my mom and told her what happened. She told me it was my imagination, but I could tell it freaked her out a bit. I heard her telling my dad on the phone this morning about what I said. She made him promise he'd go talk to the person as soon as he got home. (He went on a trip for business.) He should be home tonight. Tomorrow I should have some answers.

10/6/16

This will my last entry for a while. I can't- I don't understand what my dad told me. He tried to talk to the person, but they never answered the door. My dad stood out there knocking so long one of the neighbors came out to see what was happening. When they saw him knocking they asked why he was banging on the door. My dad told them he wanted to talk to the person who lives there and neighbor laughed. They said a man lived there a few years ago, but he killed himself in the room above mine. He's been dead for two years.