I just moved into this beautiful flat, it has a great view and fits perfectly into my budget. When I was in the middle of moving my belongings into the flat I had my first look at the landlord. He looked rather normal, he was tall, had pale skin, and long black hair. He got noticed me and got closer, that was when I saw that he had scars littering all over his face with the final touch of a nasty snarl.

“You are new here so I’m going to tell you the rules this once and this once only” he said angered as if I killed his dog.

“There will be no pets, nothing loud after 10pm, no vandalizing the property, and absolutely. NO. PLOTTING!” He yelled at my face at the end.

Confused and intimidated I nodded my head, the rules were nothing that strict but they were pretty odd and broad. What did he mean by vandalizing and most importantly why plotting? Plotting what?

He seemed content with my nod so he turned away and walked off into a room. I was shocked but I proceeded into finishing putting away the rest of my luggage.

It was a few hours later, I sat on the floor taking my stuff out the boxes and looked out the window to see that it was dark out, so I assumed it was around 8pm. I was in my room organizing my clothes when I heard whispers. I looked around myself and thought I was going crazy until I looked up and the noises became louder.

“We always go with red what if we try blue this time?” A feminine voice said.

“Remember last time we did anything but red? He just asks like it doesn’t exist!” A man was heard raising his voice while whispering.

“Shh! We can’t be heard “plotting” so lower your voice!” The feminine voice whispered urgently.

I just sat on my bed and listened to the (couple I assumed) talk about a surprise party for friend. It went on for an hour until I heard slow stomps and they stopped talking immediately.

“These walls… these walls are thin, they speak to me when someone doesn’t breaks the rules…”

I was intimidated but also interested as to see what would happen when someone breaks the landlords rules, so I stayed laying on my bed.

I heard tiny steps so I assumed that was the couple as they moved from the room above me to another, being the curious lad that I was I followed.

I made it to the next room when I heard the entrance door open. The slow stomps make its way to room the couple were hiding in. “When I say no plotting. I mean it, now you’ll never plot again…”

That sounded really ominous but I really didn’t think he would kill them.

Until he did.

The screams and tearing of flesh was so loud it was almost like I was in there with them. I grabbed my phone and keys and ran out of the flat as soon as I could and drove away.

I never plotted again.