The vampire downstairs (Part One)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

When a stranger moves in the apartment below yours and then you hear screaming from their apartment. What would you do?

There is a whole other world that mankind does not know, this world is the world of myth and ledgend. The pepople who belive in this world are called crazy and insane. But they are the only people who see the truth in the world, they are the only people who are brave enough to live eatch day while also knowing that evry step they take could lead to their death. What do think would happen to the people who diden't belive in the myth and ledeand world, found out the truth? Would they scream? Would they run? or do you think they might go insane and become paranoid? These people cold go through all of these.

You see I used to be one of the people who did not belive in anything unless there was hard fact and evidance to back them up. And when I found out about this other world I did try to run, I did try to hide and I did nearly go insaine and I did become paranoid. In the past I would never of thought that you did not need hard evidance and fact for something to be real, all you need is to see and belive.

After I fond out about the other world I went to countless therepy session and I went on a variation of medications. Nothing helped, soon enough I became a paronoid, insane freak who never goes ouside. One knock on the door would send me into sobs, and I would hide in the corner furthest away from the door. It got to a point when my landrd thought I had died in my apartment, well technicly I am dead but I did not die in my apartment. I died in the one below mine. This is how I found out about the other world, I was forced into it.

It all started when a stranger moved down stairs.


It was a hot and humid Thursday when he moved in, I had just gotton home from the store. I was starting to walk up the stairs when a deep sexy voice said,

"Hello, my name is Eric and I just moved into flat 2B." As I turned around one of my plastic bags got caught on a nail and the bag ripped down the middle. I spilled my fruit and vegedables all over the floor. I bent down to pick them up and noticed that Eric had to.

"Oh, you don't have to I'm such a klutz." I looked up and saw that he was smileing.

"Don't worry, I like helping pretty girls." God that smile is sexy. I shook my head to get the thought out of my head, he probebly had a girlfriend. If I looked like that I would have my choice of whatever girl I wanted.

Once all my shopping was in another bag I stood up and so did Eric. When we stood up I got to have  a proper look at Eric. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, he had balck hair, his hair was short on the sides and long on the top. He porclin skin. Not many guys could pull of the black hair and fair ski but he could and he did it very well. He was not mucely but had a tall slender frame, I had always liked slender instead of mucel. But the thing that stood out most to me was that he had black hair and green eyes and that was not a very comon combonation. I instantly thought that he must ahve died his hair, I wanted to ask but thought that might be a rude qustion to ask someone when you have just met them.

"Thank you" I said to Eric "and sorry if I caused you any inconveniance"

"Like I said earlier, don't worry I like helping pretty girls" He just stood there with his hand in his pockets like he did not have a care in the world. There was silence for about seven secounds.

"I have to go and put this shopping away before the ice cream melts." I shook the bag with ice cream. I thought I saw diapaointment cross his face but I could not be sure.

"No worries, do you want any help carrying those bags to your flat?" he asked.

I shook my head "No I will be fine, and it looks like that you have some more moeving in todo." I nooded to the boxes that were still in the hall. There were maby fifteen to twentey boxes there.

"Oh ok, feel free to come knocking if you need any help in the future." Eric said.

"I will keep it in mind."

"Make sure you do" we looked at eatch other for anothr seven secounds and then  I started to climb the stairs.  I had to stop halfway up, my arms were acheing. I wish I had taken him up on his offer. I caught my breath and then made my way up to my apartment. I had to take the stairs because the lift had broken the week before and none had yet to fix it.

When I opend my flatt door I was greeted by my cat Mavis, Mavis was a fat black cat with a coat of fur a soft as black velvet he also had green eyes. Just like Eric. I fed Mavis and put the shopping away and then went to bed. I did not even change out of m clothes I was just to tierd.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a scream broght me of my dreams. The scream was from a woman, the scream sounded as if it had come from below me. For a moment I thought why was someone screaming I was the only one who lived in the building. And then it hit me, I was no longer the only one who lived in the building. Some one had moved doenstairs and that persons name was Eric. But the sound couldent of come from his apartment, Eric was the nicest person who I have ever met.

The next morning I decided to go to his apartment and ask if the screaming had come from his flat, but when I got to his door I started to think should I ask him? and what might he do if he is killing girls and kills me as well?

But despite all these thoughts I decided that I should find out what that scream was. I knocked on the door and waited axiously for Eric to open the door. Ten secounds later Eric opened the door. When the door opened Eric stood there in the door way without a shirt and jeans slung so low that they were not even conciderd trousers. I could not take my eye off his smoth hairless chest. Oh my he was hot.

"Ah hem" this sound brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a smug look on Erics face. "Like what you see?"

I shook my head and said, "There was someting I would like to ask you" I stood there uncomfortable, not knowing how to ask what I was going to ask.

"Ok, shoot" He said, some how a beer bottle appeard in his hand. He took a drink from it.

"Well, last night I got woken up from some sounds comeing from your apartment"

"What kind of sounds do you mean?" He asked with a michevious smile. He thought that  I got woken up to the sounds of haveing sex.

"I don't mean those kinds of sounds!" I said this almost shouting.

Eric put his hands up in mock surrender "Ok, ok what kinds of sounds?" He was being serious now.

"I heard screaming" As I said this I could see the shock on his face as I said this and even a bit of anger.

Oh man, what is he going todo now?











Submitted: July 29, 2015

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