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10 thoughts on “The Man on the Stairs

  1. says:

    I'm trying to read as many free short stories online as I can and I really enjoyed this one


  2. says:

    It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound I held my breath and it happened again then again; it was footsteps on the stairs I tried to whisper There’s someone coming up the stairs but my breath was cowering I couldn’t shape it I sueezed Kevin’s wrist in pulsing units three pulses then two pulses then three pulses I was trying to invent a physical language that could enter his sleep But after a while I realized I wasn’t even sueezing his wrist I was just pulsing the airThat’s how scared I was; I was sueezing air And still the sound continued the man coming up the stairs He was walking up in the slowest possible way He had all the time in the world for this my god did he have time I have never taken such care with anything That is my problem with life I just rush through it like I’m being chased Even things whose whole point is slowness like drinking relaxing teaWhen I drink relaxing tea I suck it down like I’m in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the uickest Or if I’m in a hot tub with some other people and we’re all looking up at the stars I’ll be the first to say It’s so beautiful here I only say it because I know it has to be said and I’m trying to hurry the experience along The sooner you say It’s so beautiful here the uicker you can say Wow I’m getting overheatedThe man on the stairs was the total opposite of me his thing was How long can I make this last? He was taking so long that I would forget the danger for whole moments at a time and almost slip back in to sleep only to be woken up by him shifting his weight I was going to die and it was taking so long I stopped trying to wake Kevin up because I was worried that he would make some sound upon waking like he might say What Or What honeyThe man on the stairs would hear this and know how vulnerable we were He would know my boyfriend called me Honey He might even hear my boyfriend’s slight annoyance his exhaustion after our fight last nightWe both fantasize about other people when we’re having sex but he likes to tell me who the other people are and I don’tWhy should I? It’s my own private business It’s not my fault that he gets off on having me know He likes to report it the second after he cums like a cat presenting the gift of a dead bird I never asked for itI didn’t want the man on the stairs knowing these things about us But he would knowThe second he threw on the lights and pulled out his gun or his knife or his rope or his heavy rock the second he held the gun at my head or the knife at my heart or the rope around my neck or the heavy rock over my chest he would know He would see it in my boyfriend’s eyes You can have her just let me live And in my eyes he would see the words I never really knew true love Would he empathize with us? Does he know what it’s like? Most people do You always feel like you are the only one in the world like everyone else is just crazy for each other but it’s not true Generally people don’t like each other very much And that goes for friends too Sometimes I lay in bed trying to decide which of my friends I really care about and I always come to the same conclusion None of them I thought these were just my starter friends and the real ones would come along later But noThese are my real friends They are people with jobs in their field of interest My oldest friend Marilyn loves to sing and she is head of enrollment at a prestigious music school It’s a good job but not as good as just opening your mouth and singing La I always thought I would be friends with a professional singer A jazz singer A best friend who is a jazz singer and a reckless but safe driver That is what I pictured for myself I also imagined friends who adored meThese friends think I’m a drag I fantasize about starting over and eliminating the thin film of dragginess that hangs over me I think I have a handle on it now There are three main things that make me a dragI never return phone callsI am falsely modestI have a disproportionate amount of guilt about these twothings and it is unpleasant to be aroundIt wouldn’t be so hard to return calls and be genuinely modest but it’s too late for these friends They wouldn’t be able to see that I’m not a drag any I need clean new people who associate me with funThis is my number two problem I am never satisfied with what I have It goes hand in hand with my number one problem rushing Maybe they aren’t so much hand in hand as two hands of the same beast Maybe they are my hands; I am the beastI had a crush on Kevin for thirteen years before he finally started liking me back He wasn’t interested at first because I was a child I was twelve and he was twenty fiveThen after I turned eighteen it took him seven years to think of me as a real adult not his student any On our first date I wore a dress that I had bought when I was seventeen especially for this occasion It was out of style but I’m superstitious so I wore it On the way to the restaurant we stopped at a gas station I sat in the car and watched a teenage boy clean the windshield while Kevin pumped the gas The boy used the sueegee with a kind precision that made you know that this wasn’t just his field of interest this was exactly it this was all he had ever wanted to do La As we pulled out of the gas station I stared through my perfect clean window at the teenager and I thought I should be with himThe man on the stairs pauses for such incredibly long periods of time I almost wonder if he is having a problem Like maybe he’s disabled or very old Or maybe just really tired Maybe he’s already killed everyone else on the block and now he’s all worn out In moments I can almost see him leaning against the banister his eyes swimming in the darkness My eyes are open too Kevin’s eyes are shut he is so far away and he always will be The silent pause stretches longer and longer and gradually I wonder if the man is there at all The only sound is Kevin breathing What if I spend the rest of my life in this bed listening to Kevin breathe But lo A strong and certain creak issues from the stairwell and what I feel is thrilling relief He is really there he is on the stairs and he is coming closer in his own breathtakingly slow way If I lived to see daylight I would never forget this lesson in care He was putting care in to hunting me than I had ever put into anything in my life And it was worth it because he had earned my admiration I don’t think anyone has ever admired me the way I admired him What if I were to spend this much time listening to Marilyn what would happen? Maybe she would adore me and then I would respect her and we would both become professional jazz singers or at least reckless but safe drivers Maybe Maybe the man on the stairs would come in our car with us and when he looked scared by our reckless driving I would hold his head close to my lips and whisper It’s safer than walkingI opened the covers and stepped out of bed I was only wearing a tee shirt and I didn’t put on pants because who cares Maybe he would be halfnaked too; maybe he would be headless and covered in blood I stood in the doorway of the stairwell on the top step It was darker there than in the bedroom and I could see nothing I stood and waited to die or for my eyes to adjust whichever came first Before I could see anything I could hear him breathing He was right in front of me I leaned forward into the darkness; I could feel his breath Our faces were almost together I could smell his sourness It wasn’t good he wasn’t good he did not have good intentions I stood there and he stood there and he breathed out the bitter air that makes women doubt everything and I breathed it inAnd I expelled my dust the powder of everything I had destroyed with doubt and he pulled it in to his lungs My eyes were adjusting and I saw a man an ordinary man a stranger We were staring into each other’s eyes and suddenly I felt angry Go away I whispered Get out Get out of my houseAfter we pulled out of the gas station we drove to a restaurant that Kevin thought I might like But I was still thinking about the boy with the sueegee and I systematically did the opposite of everything that Kevin wanted I didn’t order desert or wine just a little salad which I complained about But he did not give up; he made jokes ridiculous jokes in the car on the way back to my apartment I steeled myself against laughter; I would rather die than laugh I didn’t laugh I did not laugh But I died; I did dieSource Fence


  3. says:

    I didn't read No One Belongs Here More Than You where the short story was published originally I am just reviewing the one short story I came across I thought this boring and it actually made me angryThe narrator is woken up by a noise and she hears someone coming up the stairs in her apartment Instead of getting up to kick some ass she does nothing She lays in bed and has an inner conversation with herself and thinks about her life She's unarmed someone is in her apartment she leaves her boyfriend that is described as an asshole asleep and she does not do a damn thingShe talks about her boyfriend and we see some parallel with the intruder and her boyfriend She hates them both and technically they are both strangers to her The story was disappointing I was angry with the woman for not standing up for herself for not doing all in her might to fight back and for staying in a loveless relationshipNo One Belongs Here More Than You has some good reviews so I may give it a shot and read


  4. says:

    I hesitated between 3 and 4 but I have a principle according to which I always give the higher number when in doubt so there I do like a short form and I do like a flipping of famous tropes and in this short story I got both The Man on the Stairs is an interesting and at times surprisingly funny reflection on intimacy self esteem loneliness and how vulnerable we are to the presence and opinion of others I feel like there's something there that could have been sharpened but then maybe that's precisely the point — an imperfect 'product' we have to come to terms with I will probably think back on this story uite a lot Also it made me think about this poem 'Yesterday upon the stairs I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh how I wish he'd go away' 'Antagonish' by W H Mearns and that wonderful wonderful episode 85 of the Magnus Archives Consider checking them out if you liked this story


  5. says:

    I liked this for the massive amounts of imagery and personality the author managed to put into the protagonist in such little time I appreciated those little touches but overall the short story was incredibly irritating and boringThe writing style was nice and read like a train of thought which I likedThe story itself was driven by the protagonist who happened to be one of the most irritating protagonists I've ever come across I sympathized with her on a few things but her inaction blew my mindWhat a fool


  6. says:

    Excited to discuss this with bookclubrating may change


  7. says:

    A short story included in No One Belongs Here More Than You I'd recommend you just get the book with this and many other stories including The Boy From Lam Kien


  8. says:

    5 out of 5 StarsOne of the best short stories I've read as of late In fact in close competition with The Happy Man in my mind


  9. says:

    355 Shows a little promise


  10. says:

    A slight short story Some nice observations