CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My apartment was the cheapest rental in the city. Today I found out why" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 Nothing is what it seems on Craig's list. Oh, so I should have known. That's on me. Bill came through the door in an ill-fitting black suit that could have fit a donkey. He was a plump man that busted at the seams. His chin still sprinkled from the doughnut or pastry he had for lunch. Sorry, I'm late. He straightened and fixed his belt below his belly.

Starting point is 00:00:24 Had an emergency. People with greasy slicked back air and seedy disposition are destined to be. used car salesman. Unfortunately, this one was my real estate agent. He took me on a tour through the apartment. It was a run-down place, sure, but nothing out of the ordinary. The ceiling sunk in places, mold saturated the walls in air. It tasted like mossy growth, and things were quite damp.

Starting point is 00:00:52 Though it was certainly not deserving of the cheapest place in the city. There was something I wasn't seeing. Eh, as you can see. He hobbled around the lounge, making wide gestures. Couple things that fix up, obviously. The walls and floorboards creak, the fridge, acting up a little strange. A couple leaks when the rain comes through. I stroked my five o'clock shadow pensively.

Starting point is 00:01:17 I've been sitting on this place for a while, Bill. Something just doesn't add up, you know. This place is dirt cheap. Dirt cheap. He too fiddled with his beard, freeing some crumbs on my potential new carpet. get you some new appliances, scrub up the mold, sure be perfect. I shook my head. Bill, cut to the chase. I stared at him intensely. What's wrong with the place?

Starting point is 00:01:44 Ah, he exiled in defeat, helpless like he was caught in a mousetrap. He palms sweat away from his greasy forehead. There was a woman, old lady. I gestured for him to sit on one of the dusty, out-to-date stools. The Japanese would classify this place as a stigmatized property. Yes, that's what they call it over there. He sat down. Please, explain. Well, it's not uncommon in Japan for a place to be on the market for 20 years after someone dies a lonely death. Or worse, in their home, you know.

Starting point is 00:02:19 The public think it's cursed, but the previous occupant wonders the halls. I didn't believe nor that mumbo-chumbo. I only saw dollar signs. to be a student and rent my own place was a luxury. Well, signing the agreement was contingent on one thing. How the old woman die? I asked. His eyes scanned the carpet for a while, and he gulped, almost comically.

Starting point is 00:02:45 You don't want a know, chap. I started to say something, but he trailed off. I thought about it for a while. Maybe he was right. Ignorance is bliss. I couldn't stay put if I knew I had been eating on the kitchen counter where she'd been stabbed. The bed she was strangled in, that I bathed myself in the bathtub she had filled with blood. I could get this place cleaned up without the gruesome details.

Starting point is 00:03:12 I reached out to Bill with one reluctant arm. Deal. We shook hands. He gave me a quick nod and a smirk. I smiled too. So, how about you throw in a new fridge? He threw his head back and bellowed. a fat man's laugh.

Starting point is 00:03:31 Maybe for Christmas, Jeff. The first few nights at the apartment were drearily usual, nothing amiss. Most nights after, I consoled myself that I had been dreaming, dreaming the type of dream that Dr. Run had told me about, the ones where I couldn't move, like I was paralyzed. He called them by some fancy long names and told me to stop sleeping on my back. I tried to stop, but every time I ended up on my back, and no matter how hard I tried,

Starting point is 00:04:03 she'd be there, standing at the end of my bed. Those are the evenings I would begin to pray for, the nights where I'd only see the silhouette of the woman, not hear her. In the following weeks I would be woken up by gentle clatters like she wanted to be quiet. She didn't want me to know that she was there. I would hear her steps along the floor in the living room,

Starting point is 00:04:27 wondering the house. I heard the water running from the tap, Only for a while, and only in the dead of night, like something was... Drinking. After her while, though, she wanted me to know that she was there, that she was hungry. It was Thursday when I knew she was living in the walls. I sat alone in my room, reading with my back against the headboard. Rain sprayed against the window beside me, obscuring the bustling cityscape beyond my apartment's eye with glassy droplets.

Starting point is 00:05:00 Sucking my cigarette. I exiled and waved the smoke away from my book. Tap, tap, tap. Something wrapped against my bedchamber wall. It was coming from the living room or kitchen. I put my book down beside me and slinked out to bed. The hallway was dim and silent, save for the sound of the waves of rain thrashing against the window pane.

Starting point is 00:05:26 Hello? I called. There was no reply. tap, tap. I sluggishly pull myself forward through the hall and into the living room. The room smelled sickly, decaying waffes of sour breath lingered in the air.

Starting point is 00:05:46 A low glow beamed under the old school tiles of the damp kitchen. The fridge had been left open. I was certain I'd shut the door before bed. When the sound of the rain had been pulled away by the wind, my ears twitched at the sound of the tap left running.

Starting point is 00:06:04 I briskly made my way over to the kitchen, the floors creaking as I went. I turned the tap and closed the door of the fridge. I stared at it for a while. A seed of doubt blossomed in my mind. Was I just forgetful? Lights off. I scanned the lounge and kitchen. Nothing amiss.

Starting point is 00:06:27 Jeff, you are one careless person. I smirked my mistake. I had to get some new milk in the morning. it was probably spoiled. In the hallway, my ears bricked up. Tap, tap, tap, tap, something was behind me. I darted down the hall,

Starting point is 00:06:49 past the toilet and study room and threw myself into my bed. It took me a while to catch my breath. The noise came from the apartment. It was in the walls. My head pounded from my rapid heartbeat. Tap, tap, tap. I heard it distantly through my bedroom door.

Starting point is 00:07:09 My pillow fits around my ears snugly. Go away. Please go away. Go away. For a while, I was buried in my pillow, unable to sleep. The tiredness caught up to me eventually, and I fell into a deep sleep like a daydream or a fever. Things got worse for me at that apartment. Much, much, much worse.

Starting point is 00:07:32 One afternoon started wonderfully, though. I called Rosie, and we agreed on a date. See you at nine, I talked into my cell phone, combing my hair in my bedroom mirror. Great, great, I'll see you then. I honed a happy tune on my way to the bathroom. If I were in a roncom, there would have been a spring my step. Maybe there was. I made my way to the kitchen, a quick snack before dinner with Rosie, no biggie.

Starting point is 00:08:01 What a beautiful, beautiful, quiet afternoon. Sunlight beamed a brilliant yellow through the windows. On days like these, impatient city folks stopped their incessant honking outside to smell the roses and that birds sing their song. In the kitchen, I almost tripped on shoddy tiling. My heart stopped. The fridge was open. Just a crack. My jaw tightened.

Starting point is 00:08:28 The birds had stopped singing. All I could hear in my apartment was the forceful whistle of my breaths escaping me. The apple I went to grab was rotten. A contorted mouth-shaped hole had been bitten away at its flesh, yellowing the fruit. Inspecting the apple, I lost my appetite. Long strands of black hair deeply ingrained in its flesh. I shuddered and let go. It rolled for a while.

Starting point is 00:08:54 A single broken tooth had found its way out of the apple and onto my floor. That night, I caught Rosie again. We settled on a movie instead. Make no mistake. I called Bill, my real estate agent, about the place. I think you can guess how that went. I had to take matters into my own hands. A few nights later, I decided to wait for it.

Starting point is 00:09:23 I sat in the dark lounge of the apartment, finishing the final chapters of my book. Though, when you wait for these things, they seldom come. They come at you when you least expect. Yawning, I pushed out of my chair and made my way into the kitchen. Some buttered bread. A salad sandwich, perhaps. My stomach rumbled.

Starting point is 00:09:44 I stopped in my tracks in the middle of the kitchen. Tap. There it was again. How it felt to be afraid in my own home. A distinct sound. One long fingernail meeting plastic. Tap. Tap.

Starting point is 00:10:01 My hand met the cold metal fridge handle. I didn't want to open the door. I showed my stomach. Nothing was waiting for me. but my heart didn't get the memo. It was quiet in the apartment again. My eyes shut tight as I inhaled. The handle turned.

Starting point is 00:10:19 The bridge's seal peeled open with a stomach churning thip. The interior light wasn't on. From standing, I could only poke around the top shelf. It was empty inside, except for a few condiments and rotten vegetables. I wiped one sweaty palm on my leg and bent down to inspect the bottom shelves. rummaging in the cold void of its white shell. It was clean, it smelled rotten and sour, the trailing scent of a garbage truck.

Starting point is 00:10:50 Extending my arm into the unlit fridge. I met something hairy and brittle in the darkness. It might as well have been a vile, mouldy coconut. I retracted. I could not see anything, though it felt as if a ball of scraggly hair filled my hand like sand. It flowed between my fingers. as like a soaked kitchen sponge.

Starting point is 00:11:12 She hadn't been living in the walls. An icy grip tightened around my forearm. I shrieked and tried to yank away. The old woman's body twisted and buckled at the joints. One leg was bending backward over her shoulder, the other firmly planted below a jaw. She stared up at me from inside the fridge, slowly wheeling me in from my wrist to my arm,

Starting point is 00:11:34 like she was a flexible acrobat, carefully climbing a fleshy rope. I tried not to puke. I swallowed sour spit. Cockroaches scurried from her open lips and spread across a face like wildfire. Teeth clattered as the woman grinned, squeezing one of the insects with a sickening pop in the space where a tooth had been. Maggates exhumed themselves from her fleshy skin,

Starting point is 00:11:57 dropping under my sweaty arm like Satan's reign. Frigid, gripping fingers closed in in my forearm, then my bicep, pulling, pulling. I bent my head up to help steady myself and towed back. backward, my chin collapsed onto the cold top of the fridge, pulling hard enough to send me flying back, crawling on the floor free from a decaying hand. The woman's face stared at me through scraggly silver and graphite strands of hair, two gleaming white sockets over a wide, disgusting smile.

Starting point is 00:12:28 I kicked the door shut, laying on the floor, my chest heaving. My mouth tasted like bitter acid, and my hand finally let go of the unkempt wire I had pulled from my head. many nights have passed since that encounter. Bill still rents me the apartment. When I hang out with Rosie, we always go back to her place. Never, mine. I keep grandmother fed, so she doesn't wonder the halls.

Starting point is 00:12:55 I don't sleep much anymore. But it's okay, because I have the cheapest apartment in the city. When I'm home, I hear her when she's hungry. Tap, tap, tap, tap. up.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "My apartment was the cheapest rental in the city. Today I found out why" Creepypasta

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