Mail for Apartment 0 & Voicemails
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What does the host say at the start of the episode and how does he set the tone?
I'm John Grills from Creepy, and I listen to the Be Afraid Podcast Network. No.
This is creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous, chilling and disturbing creepy pastors and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised.
Hey y'all. Nothing much to say this week. I gotta get some stuff wrapped up here, then catch my flight. Big month ahead, you know. So much to do, so much to do. I have been waiting for this all year. No time to waste. On with the show. First up, from writer ZH and narrated by Cole Burkhart, Creepy presents Mail for Apartment Zero.
The landlord had several rules about the building, but the one she repeated most often concerned the male. Do not open anything that isn't addressed to you. She would say, whenever letters ended up in the wrong boxes, put it in the blue mailbox downstairs and I'd lived there for almost seven months and assumed she was unusually strict about privacy.
How does the “Mail for Apartment Zero” story begin and what is the landlord’s rule about mail?
The building had an old row of brass mail slots in the lobby, each marked with a black apartment number. The slots often jammed, especially when the weather was damp, so letters regularly ended up in the wrong boxes. Whenever that happened, I dropped them into the blue mailbox beside the front desk. The landlord emptied it every evening. At least I thought she did. I've never actually seen her open it. The letter arrived on a Tuesday. I came home carrying groceries and grabbed the entire bundle of mail without checking it. I didn't notice the unfamiliar envelope until I was upstairs at my kitchen table. It was plain white, slightly yellow around the edges, with no stamp, return address, or postmark. The front had been typed in faded black ink.
Current occupant apartment zero. The building did not have an apartment zero. The ground floor apartments began at one A and one B. Beneath them were the lobby, boiler room, and basement laundry area. I had passed every door often enough to know there was no zero anywhere. I should have taken the envelope downstairs. Instead, I held it up to the light. There appeared to be only one sheet of paper inside. I told myself it was probably an old management notice or a joke from another tenant. The landlord's warning hadn't crossed my mind. Do not open anything that isn't addressed to you. I slid my finger under the flap. The glue stretched into thin black strands before snapping apart, leaving a sticky residue on my skin.
Inside was a single sheet of paper with one sentence printed in the center. Your occupancy has been acknowledged. I let out a quiet laugh, folded the paper, and dropped it into the kitchen bin. That night I saw Mr. Vale in the hallway. He had lived in apartment 5C when I first moved in. He was a quiet man in his forties, who always wore dark suits and smelled strongly of aftershave. He had left suddenly at the beginning of winter, and He was standing outside my apartment at eleven thirty. His clothes were soaked, even though it wasn't raining. The skin around his eyes looked swollen and pale, and one side of his jaw hung lower than the other. His right hand was pressed against the wall. Two of his fingers had been flattened almost completely, the nails split and blackened.
I called out his name and he turned slowly to face me. He smiled like he had been expecting to see me. Then he looked towards my apartment door and said in a quiet, wet voice, that he knew I had opened mine too.
What strange envelope does the narrator find and what does it really say?
I stepped back in confusion, until he lifted his damaged hand. A white envelope was stuck to his palm, stained with dark moisture. I reached for the keys in my pocket as he moved towards me. His knees barely bent, forcing his body to sway as he crossed the hallway. I ran to my apartment and threw myself inside. The lock turned just as something struck the other side. Mr Vale dragged his fingernails slowly down the door, then he whispered through the gap beneath it, warning me not to let them take my number.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What does the host say at the start of the episode and how does he set the tone?
0:00–1:52
2
How does the “Mail for Apartment Zero” story begin and what is the landlord’s rule about mail?
1:52–5:05
3
What strange envelope does the narrator find and what does it really say?
5:05–10:13
4
Who is Mr. Vale, how does he appear in the hallway, and what does he tell the narrator?
10:13–16:47
5
How does the narrator confront the landlord about the mysterious letter and the missing apartment zero?
16:47–23:14
6
What are the first voicemail messages the narrator receives and why are they unsettling?
23:14–28:12
7
How does the narrator react to the escalating voicemails and what extreme actions does he take?
28:12–32:59
8
What happens after the narrator’s desperate attempt with the shotgun and how does the story end in the hospital?
32:59–37:24