Psycho Apartment Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened, the shift so sudden it prickled the air between them. "You're saying you're backing out?" Oh shit! This wasn't some luxury penthouse. The apartment had bargain-bin insulation, a security system that'd lose to a determined raccoon, and neighbors who'd probably mistake her corpse smell for expired takeout. If this man decided to snap and rape her to death tonight? She could already write the headline, "Socialite, Cecilia Martin, Vanishes in Shithole Apartment--Police Assume Drug Overdose." She suddenly felt a little nervous.

Had his family not been connected to mine for so long, I would have already disposed of him. The door to the apartment was unlocked. I thrust the door open and stepped into the loud darkness, my hip tingling where the handgun rested. Several heads turned. The faces were all young, all slack with alcohol or drugs. Music blared from somewhere deeper in the apartment. I scanned the room and then moved into the next. My heart pounded furiously against my ribs. This must have been the party she wanted to go to. My anger burned hotter knowing she openly defied me. There were plenty of ways for someone to hurt her here. These kids didn't care about her or anyone but themselves.

Damon I sigh as I unlock my car and look around at this shitty apartment complex that Jessica and her siblings live in. It isn’t the worst in the city, but it also isn’t the best. The paint is peeling from the side of the building and is cracked with splinters. The inside is the same. The hallway carpets are stained and gross with God knows what. There aren’t any elevators, only stairs and they live on the top floor and the list goes on.

We'll need a security manager and a marketing manager too, you know. The drive to the new apartment was filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. As they navigated the streets, each of them was lost in their thoughts, contemplating the significant changes that were about to take place in their lives. Upon arriving at the apartment, Peyton helped Carver out of the SUV. The apartment building loomed large and modern, its architecture sleek and imposing. Carver looked up at it, a sense of hope mingling with his apprehension. The apartment itself was spacious and well-lit, with large windows offering a stunning view of Central Park. The reading nook that Ava had fallen in love with was

The door to my apartment, a threshold between the external tumult and my private refuge, swung open to welcome the weight of unspoken burdens. The confines of my living space embraced me with a quiet familiarity, yet the air within resonated with the haunting notes of discord. The events of the day unfolded like a silent film, each scene playing out in the recesses of my consciousness. The failed test, Sophia's abrupt coldness, and the prevailing sense of isolation cast a shadow over the sanctuary of my apartment.

If anyone walked in here now, they wouldn't believe that we're headed to his apartment to have sex. His apartment is on the thirteenth floor. I follow him to the door of his apartment, and I make mental note of the number. He opens the door and frankly, I'm speechless. It's luxurious, it's a dream. I've only ever seen decor like this in magazines. The plump, black sofas look like they could cover the mortgage to my house. There's an enormous flat-screen TV on the wall, and a crystal chandelier. It fits, it really does. This apartment is bigger than my house! He drops his suitcase on one of the sofas and starts taking his blazer off. I can't help but notice how his muscles bulge against the f

I say to myself smiling. The next day, we arrived at the apartment. The place wasn't bad, not as big as the pack house but still comfortable and appealing. It's a three bedroom flat with a pool and snooker table. At least there's a bar and a little library. Cool. “Well, this place isn't too bad. It's nice and comfy.” Dale says, spinning around. “Yeah, it's okay and neat too.” Derek confirms. “Let's check out the rooms.” I say to them.

I asked again, pushing harder now. My voice had suspicion in it, sharp and curious. Sophia unlocked the door to their apartment. It was a two big bedrooms with huge windows from floor to ceiling, looking out over the whole city skyline. Soft plush couches. Kitchen full of shiny new appliances. Even a balcony with plants moving gently in the wind. Straight-up worlds away from that stinking shared cell we used to rot in. “Chill with the questions for now,” Sophia said, tossing her keys on the counter like she didn’t give a fuck.

--- *[Studio Apartment]* When Colt came back from campus at 7, first thing he did was get himself a apple. His shirt is off,. He likes peeling it shirtless. He stood alone beside the kitchen tray, peeling with his single ear pod on. He's not listening to a song. The apartment is bigger than normal studio apartments, but still the same structural design. The bathroom is the only thing built differently with a different door. Other rooms are open. From the bedroom, you can see the small dinning and kitchen. There are two bed spaces though. One is down below a small rail-less stairwell, and the second one is on top of the stairwell.

Today really has done a number on my psyche. The tiny space of my apartment is barely big enough to fit all 5ft 2 of me, but it’s all mine. It’s a studio, with everything in one room apart from the teeny bathroom. The walls a chipped and scratched beige, the single window faces an alley that lets in more noise than light. But it’s so me. I’ve crammed every surface, every corner with pieces of me, forcing a splash of personality against the drab backdrop.