There's Something Strange About Your Apartment Building

I'm just merely pointing out that you're full of shit. There is NOTHING that waifufags won't lap up.

>The elevator seems to go to one more floor than you can count from outside the building.

>There seem to be more shadows in the hallways than there are people to cast them.

>The families that own the Chinese takeout and laundry have been feuding for centuries.

>Every Thursday, at sundown, the same woman can be seen leaping from the roof.

>The floor tiles will occasionally rearrange themselves to spell out cryptic messages.

>They say that you can buy or sell anything at the pawn shop on the ground floor. Anything.

A stand granting meteorite, you say?

It wouldn't happen to be known as Temsik, would it?

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I love this thread. Very inspiring and the images give off the neatest creepy, get comfy, vibes. Especially the op image and the hallway. Love the pot hooks too. Hope this thread keeps going and stays this damn good. I hope I can think up some clever stuff to add after a nap.

There is no third floor.

>The floor tiles will occasionally rearrange themselves to spell out cryptic messages.
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>posting links to images
>on an imageboard

where are these from?

Nightmare fuel

The building is part of Renway's Six, a legendarily eccentiric architect who, near the end of his life, poured all of his remaning fortune into the development of six housing projects in the late 1970's.

Three were low-income housing, built for small businesses, like your own block, with one in the newly gentrified Old Town and another on the outskirts of town, near the riverside.

Another was built as a brutalist office building, built like a badly-shuffled deck of cards, but making incredible use of the space at hand.

A fifth was a church, built on the site of the oldest chapel in town that burned down in 1920.

Renway always maintained that there was a sixth, constructed in secrecy. Dedicated to his sister, who'd died several years beforehand.

Legend has it that each of these buildings held a lot of secrets. Hidden rooms. Messages. Puzzles. That finding and solving each would lead you to the next, then to the final, sixth location.

Maybe there's treasure. Secrets. Fame. Who knows?

The stairwell goes done further than the basement... Much, much further...

It also goes higher than the roof.

And for some reason that shitty elevator takes twice as long between the 3rd and 4th floors...

>There seems to be some kind of community council but they meet at weird hours and certain password is demanded from newcomers.
>One of the basement floor storage units have a heart with letters DG scratched in.

A mute old man in the attic who plays the violin in the dead of night

Rue d'Auseil can be a hard road to find.

Perhaps your building is difficult for others to find at all. Friends inexplicably fail to follow instructions, technology doesn't fare much better.

The views from certain windows glimpsed through open doors doesn't match the outside environment, nor are they consistent with each other.

>The apartment building was constructed on a triangular site, bordered by Escher Avenue, Bermuda Street and Public Alley 13.

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There is constantly a white cat in Chinese takeout, right near a cup of coffee and fresh newspapers. Seems like cup from time to time is sipped and cat is intensely reading a newspapers sections, stopping particulary on local poilitical news.
Health inspector who frequent in this establishment seems to not notice a cat, or pretend not to.

>>They say that you can buy or sell anything at the pawn shop on the ground floor. Anything.
What's the street value of a bucket of ADD, a gallon of self-loathing, a decaliter of depression, and a hard drive full of memes these days? Because I'm selling.

There's a garage band practicing in the room above yours at odd hours. Your neighbor may be operating a fish farm inside his apartment. The building has a hellacious ant problem.

>There's a garage band practicing in the room above yours at odd hours.
You live on the top floor.

>a witch (trap)

>The neighbours are a vampire (female), a werewolf (female), a witch (trap), and a nun of a secret order (female).
That's a nice harem to have.

The vampire gives a mean sucking, the werewolf is an animal in bed, the witch works magic with her hands and the nun is willing to commit unspeakable heresies.
If you know what I mean.

Being Human wasted a lot of potential.

That's missing the lonely ghost who has no sense of personal boundaries.

The old residents of the building forgot they don't live there anymore, or live at all. Someone is running an illegal distillery in their apartment. A man climbs in through the window and starts fighting you, telling you to get out of his apartment. Your landline has calls from numbers that are out of commission and sometimes when you pick it up you're listening to other peoples conversations.

There's one apartment which looks as though Delta Green had a Night at the Opera in it.
or
One apartment is serving as a Green Box or safehouse for a local DG cell.

Each apartment in the building is a safehouse for a different organisation, except yours.

You hear the sounds of a loud party in the hallway at early hours. When you check the hallway it's always empty.

There are alarm handles, not only for fire, but for circumstances which shouldn't come about very often. Examples include FALLOUT, aнoмaлия, Torpedo, Halon Override, SCRAM, ABORT, and In case of giant ants.

>You can ALWAYS hear a party on the fifth floor, late at night. There's never anyone there.

Don't forget SCATTER.

I'm not sure about the second one, but first is an abandoned mega residential tower in South Africa.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ponte_City_Apartments#Decay

>Each apartment in the building is a safehouse for a different organisation, including yours.
FTFY

>Through some previous arrangement or eldritch power, the apartment building acts as neutral territory in which the different organizations must at least pretend to get along. As such, the Chinese restaurant on the ground floor is often used for meetings and parley.

I love this kind of thread. Once it was spaceship quirks and spacer mythology, now it's urban unease in vintage housing.

I'll be sure to pitch in if I think of anything.

>urban unease

Is a good term for it.

Can we sacrifice him and start a cult to the dark god, Rent Control?

Residents talk about Moving Day, when once upon a time every single resident found their front door opening onto a different part of the complex, and everyone discovering that their entire apartments had changed positions. First floor residents were now at the top, a 4th floor apartment ended up underground, that kind of thing.

Everybody leaves their apartments one day and meets themselves coming in.

The laundry room is always locked, rusted shut, but you can hear machines rumbling in there. You can hear them from the 5th floor, sometimes. You hear them in your dreams. Your clothes are sometimes clean when you wake up.

The penthouse occupant changes daily, with no signs of moving. Nobody's sure if the previous tenants ever left, but it's always someone different answering the door. And man, they need to clean up. That place stinks.

The vacant lot behind your building occasionally hosts night fairs that disappear without a trace at dawn. You keep hearing stories about the legendary nights people have had there, but it seems to have stopped showing up after you moved in.

There's a runty three-legged dog running loose around the building. Everybody swears it's not theirs, and everybody swears they're not feeding it, but it never leaves. You're sure you heard it cuss at you once. In Russian.

Thanks. It's not quite urban horror, but it's not exactly normal.

You've never actually met the inhabitants of the apartment opposite yours, but you always hear their door slam shut just after you've closed yours.

It was rather distressing when you figured out your peephole had been installed the wrong way around.

The way I see it, there's 3 varieties of tidbit you can use:

The Residents
The Building
The Area

The Residents means something's up with your neighbours. Serial killers, shifty pawnbrokers, possibly non-human residents.

The Building means something is off about the actual complex, from the foundations to the penthouse and through every apartment. Funky doors, creepy rooms.

The Area means there's some mystery regarding the locale in which the building os situated. Nearby stores, natural phenomena, etc. There may be something that predated the Building, there may be something about where the building was built and why.

Hope this helps!

Not as troubling as the one apartment with the chain on the outside.

(OP)
>The basement is a complex labyrinth, and goes further down than anyone knows. The landlord must sacrifice one tenant every month, or an unspeakable terror will consume the world. However, he is not cruel, and supplies each sacrifice with a few basic supplies, including food, a weapon and a flashlight.
>Once a tenant is selected to be a sacrifice, they cannot leave the apartment. Fortunately, the chinese takeout offers a discount to the sacrificed, and there is no rule against preparing with other sacrificed tenants. However, tenants must enter the labynrinth alone.
>Every time a sacrifice finds the exit to the current floor, they wake up in their apartment (a lá Silent Hill 4) with their equipment, a note from the landlord and a reward (more floors completed = bigger rewards), but each floor is more dangerous than the last.
>Sacrificed tenants may find one another throughout the labynrinth, but it is rare, and they usually only find remains. Once a tenant completes every floor of the labynrinth, they may either leave with what they have collected, or face the unspeakable terror for prizes and fortune unheard of.

apartment is the nexus of all sorts of shit:
>built on top of an indian burial ground
>Laundromat is front for mafia money laundering
>building has malignant architecture due to some old occult guy readying it as the portal for an eldritch thing when the starts are right
>Mad Scientist is conducting secret experiments somewhere in the complex
>Landlady knows about the ghosts that spook people and mess with the electricity, but puts up with it and you. Actually, she's an exorcist who's trying to get rid of them.

Wait until they all pile on top of one another for glorious train wreck.

That sign on the side makes no fucking sense.

It says "We like to get stronger"? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?

Did they mean "We want additional tenants" or something?

>>Landlady knows about the ghosts that spook people and mess with the electricity, but puts up with it and you. Actually, she's an exorcist who's trying to get rid of them.

She may have been an exorcist in her youth, but she's an older lady now that doesn't much give a shit what happens so long as her tenants keep paying their rent on time and nothing brings the building down on her head.

The maintenance guy once worked a much higher-stress job, and now takes a very easygoing approach to most everything. That said, he's well-armed and can put down the most recalcitrant troubles.

the maintenance guy is Old Man Henderson

Sounds like the next season of Rokujouma no Shinryakusha.

The girl next door is cute, but very, very dead.

>Veeky Forums creates a harem anime in three posts
Never change.

How dead are we talking here?

Shows up in the static of your TV Screen levels of dead.

The gopniks outside always seem to have light beer and weapons despite the police's many arrests, and know your name, your cousins name and how to make your wallet disappear

Hey, and you kept saying the fat guy downstairs will never be good for anything.

Her room has been boarded up from the outside. All the residents know she's never to be let out, but still have genial conversations with her through the door.

Rent is the first of the month.

Not a typo.

You go to sleep on the last day of the month, wake up on 2nd of the next, no memory of the inbetween. Residents put up with it because hey, no money.

The building wants to get stronger. How else is it going to defeat the building across the street? Duh.

Could be advertising for martial arts class or something.

, , , , , >The battered old door to her apartment has had several deadbolts and hasps with padlocks installed in addition to the sturdy boards and chains were nailed up long ago.

>The girl inside is always willing to chat or offer friendly advice and is never anything but pleasant to passers by, even saying that the other tenants are right to keep her locked away.

>Looking through the reversed peephole, one sees a dark, cluttered apartment that has been ravaged by time and what seems to be someone or something with a violent temper.

Landlady might or might not be old pagan deity.

The laundromat mafia smuggles everything from creepy German porn to human souls

What shops and businesses does the building have on its ground floor?

>Bodega / Convenience Store
>Chinese Takeout Restaurant
>Laundromat or Dry Cleaners
>???????????????????????

(artstation.com/artwork/o698m)

Internet cafe.

A furniture store that's always closed

A pawn shop jam-packed with eclectic, esoteric and eldritch wares.

Thrift shop. A lot of the wares you recognize from neighbors who moved out without warning.

The mannequins in the front window are facing each other, in new poses every day. Those who keep track can see a terrible narrative being pantomimed.

, , , , >Bodega or Convenience Store
>Chinese Takeout Restaurant
>Laundromat or Dry Cleaners
>Pawn Broker or Thrift Shop
>Burnt Out Ruin or Crime Scene
>Storefront That Changes Weekly

Key maker/locksmith that can make keys for any lock; for a price, of course.

I prefer this kind of setup to "normal" horror. By giving up on trying to actually outright scare me, the story can just focus on doing the atmosphere and exploration of the setting really well.

20 bucks for the ADD, 5 bucks for the self-loathing and depression and fifty for the harddrive with another five on top for the memes.

You know what would be hilarious? The floor and ceiling tiles having a spelt out conversation akin to Veeky Forums shitposting.

>Secundus defecated here

Stealing this for Shadowrun.

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When viewed from exactly the right angle and from exactly the right position, the view down each corridor produces a face. It's not known whether the faces in each corridor are different or not, and the other tenants don't discuss the faces.
The new tenant seems bland. Almost unnaturally so, in fact. You could have sworn you introduced yourself to... him? The new tenant was male, right?
Obligatory "everything is spiders" post.
The floor tiles are square, and each one has the same design on it and is in the same orientation. The pattern on the floor doesn't repeat.
There are no smoke alarms anywhere in the building. Nevertheless, there's still a test of them every Friday.
The kitchen has a spice rack, with labeled slots for literally every herb and spice you know of, including ones that shouldn't be used in food and fictional ones. Most of them have something in them.
The door at the end of your corridor is labelled "Do not open". You can't see anything when you look through the little window it has. You're also pretty sure that the corridor is longer than the building is.

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>A very old tomcat has the run of the entire building and an unsettlingly, intimidating bearing.

I kill him and sell him to the Chinese.

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There's a door or short stairway in every apartment, that can't be opened and lead to apparently nowhere.

If you follow the line of ants they lead under the door of an apartment with

There's a public access lounge on the first floor where one of the tenants invites his theater friends to perform once a month. Everyone is welcome to attand. The plays are always random adaptations of Edgar Allen Poe or stories you've never heard anywhere. The acting is exquisite.

recently, a young college kid moved in down the hall with an odd ability to play literally any musical instrument and a huge collection of archery stuff, claiming his dads being a dick so he moved out. the odd thing is, tenants are reporting seeing a giant snake shaped shadow coiling around their window at night

The new landlord is tremendous. He's going to put brass all over the front of the building. It'll be very classy.

Some old crazy chinaman is building a boat on the roof, everyone says he thinks a flood is coming but when asked he says he will sail it to the heavens. He never seems to finish it.

Someone keeps hanging charms from the branches of the tree in the walkway to the park. They are made from bones of some animal.

with what?