I was awakened by the sound of banging. As I sat up in bed and gazed over at my phone, I saw that it was 3am. I heard a few more loud bangs before turning my gaze to the ceiling. What the hell were my upstairs neighbors up to? Especially at this time of night?
I heard the bangs again and leaped out of bed. I grabbed my broom from next to my door frame and began hitting the ceiling a few times. Then I stopped when I didn't exactly feel my broom handle hit the ceiling, but something softer, fleshier. I looked up but the room was far too dark for me to make anything out. I flicked the lights on and nearly vomited. There were these pulsating tubes running along the ceiling like vines. They were this gross pinkish red color with spots scattered about that looked red or brown, like scabs.
Again, the banging rang out from the ceiling. What was going on up there?
I threw my broom to the ground and went upstairs to confront them. I knocked on their door and immediately heard aggressive footsteps pounding behind the door. It flew open, a short and chubby man in a white undershirt answered the door, his face red with rage.
"What do you want?!" he demanded, looking me up and down, sizing me up.
"Hey, I live downstairs from you and-" I started before he cut me off.
"Yeah, that's you down there?" he demanded. "Whatever you're doing, you need to knock it off. I'm trying to sleep up here!"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," I started, but he shut the door in my face before I could get out another word. With a defeated sigh, I turned around and headed back down to my apartment. I grabbed my front door knob and gave it a twist, but the door wouldn't budge. I tried shoving the door hard but it refused to open. It's like something large and heavy was blocking the door. I stepped back before running full force into the door, shoulder jutting out as a battering ram. With a loud crack, the door split open and I tumbled to the ground.
I looked around at the walls of my apartment in horror. Those vines I saw on the ceiling in my bedroom had now spread across the walls and ceiling in my living room. They seemed to have grown larger as well, now about the size of my arm.
Running to the kitchen, I threw open the drawer and found a knife. I needed to get rid of those things by any means necessary. I took off toward the wall with all those squirming vines all over it and sliced into one of them. I was surprised by how cleanly it cut through. I also wasn't expecting all the red juice that began squirting out of the opened wound.
Almost immediately after I cut into the twisted thing, all of the vines on my walls and ceiling began to shake violently. I staggered back and tumbled to the floor as the ground felt more and more unstable.
I heard a loud cracking sound from all around me, like a tree beginning to fall to the ground. Was the building about to crumble? What have I done?!
There came another aggressive banging from upstairs followed by some yelling that I couldn't quite make out. The people upstairs were furious and I couldn't blame them.
The splitting sound grew louder and louder until finally, it stopped. My jaw was nearly to the floor when I'd seen what had happened. The entire wall had been lifted. Perfectly split along the horizon the entire way through. I gazed around and could see the outside world from all angles. It was loke someone had sawed the building in half, separating the top from the bottom. And the top half only stretched higher up.
The vines were tightening against the ceiling of my now levitating top half of my apartment. Then, it began moving forward, as if it were guided by invisible legs. All I could do was sit here and watch as screams filled the streets.
I heard the bangs again and leaped out of bed. I grabbed my broom from next to my door frame and began hitting the ceiling a few times. Then I stopped when I didn't exactly feel my broom handle hit the ceiling, but something softer, fleshier. I looked up but the room was far too dark for me to make anything out. I flicked the lights on and nearly vomited. There were these pulsating tubes running along the ceiling like vines. They were this gross pinkish red color with spots scattered about that looked red or brown, like scabs.
Again, the banging rang out from the ceiling. What was going on up there?
I threw my broom to the ground and went upstairs to confront them. I knocked on their door and immediately heard aggressive footsteps pounding behind the door. It flew open, a short and chubby man in a white undershirt answered the door, his face red with rage.
"What do you want?!" he demanded, looking me up and down, sizing me up.
"Hey, I live downstairs from you and-" I started before he cut me off.
"Yeah, that's you down there?" he demanded. "Whatever you're doing, you need to knock it off. I'm trying to sleep up here!"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," I started, but he shut the door in my face before I could get out another word. With a defeated sigh, I turned around and headed back down to my apartment. I grabbed my front door knob and gave it a twist, but the door wouldn't budge. I tried shoving the door hard but it refused to open. It's like something large and heavy was blocking the door. I stepped back before running full force into the door, shoulder jutting out as a battering ram. With a loud crack, the door split open and I tumbled to the ground.
I looked around at the walls of my apartment in horror. Those vines I saw on the ceiling in my bedroom had now spread across the walls and ceiling in my living room. They seemed to have grown larger as well, now about the size of my arm.
Running to the kitchen, I threw open the drawer and found a knife. I needed to get rid of those things by any means necessary. I took off toward the wall with all those squirming vines all over it and sliced into one of them. I was surprised by how cleanly it cut through. I also wasn't expecting all the red juice that began squirting out of the opened wound.
Almost immediately after I cut into the twisted thing, all of the vines on my walls and ceiling began to shake violently. I staggered back and tumbled to the floor as the ground felt more and more unstable.
I heard a loud cracking sound from all around me, like a tree beginning to fall to the ground. Was the building about to crumble? What have I done?!
There came another aggressive banging from upstairs followed by some yelling that I couldn't quite make out. The people upstairs were furious and I couldn't blame them.
The splitting sound grew louder and louder until finally, it stopped. My jaw was nearly to the floor when I'd seen what had happened. The entire wall had been lifted. Perfectly split along the horizon the entire way through. I gazed around and could see the outside world from all angles. It was loke someone had sawed the building in half, separating the top from the bottom. And the top half only stretched higher up.
The vines were tightening against the ceiling of my now levitating top half of my apartment. Then, it began moving forward, as if it were guided by invisible legs. All I could do was sit here and watch as screams filled the streets.
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