The Man Upstairs(also known as The Stranger, The Old Man,ect I will change the title once I come up with a good one.)
The Stranger
I remember first moving into this place, I was so excited, I had finally found a home, where the stresses would all slip away, where I could relax and forget about the pain. The area was a peaceful place, low crime rate, and friendly people. One person in particular caught my eye, Xavi was his name. He was a very distant man; he was always in his apartment, which was above me. The few times that he actually ventured out of his hovel, he would never speak, show emotion, or make eye contact. He was short, hunched over, and had a grim, perplexed face, as if constantly brooding. After the first several months, his visits became shorter, until they stopped all together. After two weeks without any trace of him, I decided to find him.
His apartment was above mine, he was the only one on that floor for some reason, and I found out why. It was in horrible shape, the walls and floor were rotting, trash and filth littered the walls, and graffiti covered every surface. After several minutes of navigating through the piles of rubble and trash, I found his apartment. Knocking on the door, I heard a strange sound, like something shuffling through the room. I carefully pressed my hand against the door, to my surprise it opened. I entered the apartment, regardless of what horrors this strange man had. The living room was bare, no furniture or items except for a single book in the center of the room. I could see a odd star formation on the wall, similar to a pentagram, but different. Concentrating through the darkness, I found that pieces of paper were stapled and taped to the wall. All of them had scribble, or some kind of ineligible handwriting written on them. I picked up the solitary book, the cover was a rough leathery texture, and spots of dry blood dotted the cover. Suddenly I faintly heard a whisper that sounded like it was coming from one of the other rooms. Slowly walking over too the door, and pressing my ear against it, I heard the horrible sound.
“IA IA Chtulhu Fgtagn, IA IA Shohothohth, IA IA……………”
Confusion enveloped me; I recoiled in dread from the evil chant, and fled from the room, closing the door behind me. Slamming the door to my apartment, I realized that I still had his book. Locking the door and intently listening too see if I was being followed, I opened the accursed tome. The pages were brittle and worn. Odd sketches of abominations, evil rituals, forbidden lore about an ancient evil that had filtered down from the dark regions of space, and was constantly watching us, “They shall intervene when the stars are right”, and all of this knowledge drove me insane, what was this? What were these Old Ones the book had been talking about? My mind had been blasted by all of this evil knowledge; I shuddered at the thought of the evil rituals that the insane madman was preparing. The terrible, evil beings from the pitch black gulfs of the universe that were being awakened for some evil purpose. All my life I had been told that there were no monsters, the cults that I had seen on the news, the Branch Davidians, the Satan Worshippers, and the Goths were nothing like this, I was afraid, for the first time in my life, fear grasped my soul. In his writings, he talked about Al Azif, Abdul Alhazred and the accursed tome known as “The Necromondicon”.
A scream ripped through my train of thoughts. It came from upstairs, regardless of all the fear, I decided to venture up to that accursed room, and fix this. My mind was definitely not in the condition to do anything; all of this knowledge had baffled me beyond repair. Red light filtered from underneath the door, a low hum resonated from the room. There were now odd shapes and circles on all of the walls; another book was lying in the same place from where I had picked it up. I prepared to open the door, to reveal the cosmic horrors that had been summoned by this insane madman, I was ready to die. But, I only found madness. The man was lying up against the wall, his hands were showing a strange sign, and his skin had peeled off, and was lying by his feet. His bones had been charred, and were covered with a slimy black substance. His ribcage was gone; his internal organs were littered about the room. His blood was splattered against the walls and ceiling. Parts of his brain were scattered around the room, his lungs were dangling from his open throat, I noticed that his legs were broken, the bones completely shattered, his arms were severed from the shoulders. I vomited from the slaughter, and the vile stench of death.
The rest of the room was empty. The odd symbols glowed with a red hue, but were slowly fading. I felt as if I was being watched. Like some invisible vestige of horror that had slaughtered the stupid man, was now hunting me. After exiting the room, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a shadow. A form of a man was climbing up the stairs to the roof. I pursued him.
“Who are you, why did you kill that man?”
“The stars are almost right.”
“What? There is a man dead down there, and you’re talking about the stars?”
“Stupid ignorant fool.”
The man opened his jacket, and pulled an amulet from his pocket. He formed a strange sign using his left hand, hoisted the object to the sky and recited several words silently, before jumping off the edge to his death. I was in utter shock, two men were now dead. Looking over the edge, the man’s body was gone. I looked around, until I saw the faint glimpse of the mans shadow across the street, sprinting around the corner.
~end~
I know its horrible go ahead and laugh at me
, the stories is continued with another one, which im working on right now, from the perspective of a detective 
. Thoughts? Questions? Insight?
