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Upstairs
LAWRENCE WATT-EVANS
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LAWRENCE WATT-EVANS WAS BORN AND RAISED in Massachusetts, but after sojourns in
Pennsylvania and Kentucky he is now firmly settled in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D.C. He is a
full-time writer of horror, fantasy, and science fiction, with more than two dozen novels and a hundred
short stories to his credit, as well as articles, comic books, poetry, etc.

In 1988 he was nominated for a Nebula and won the Hugo Award and the AsimovтАЩs ReadersтАЩ Poll
Award for his story тАЬWhy I left HarryтАЩs All-Night HamburgersтАЭ. He served two years as president of the
Horror Writers Association (1994-1996), and his most recent novels are Touched by the Gods and
Dragon Weather.

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THEYтАЩRE so DAMN LOUD UP THERE. Yelling and fighting, and then that thumping - I guess it must
be folk dances or something.

They could show a little consideration, couldnтАЩt they? And then there was the time they left the water
running and it leaked through the bathroom ceiling and damn near flooded the place, and of course it was
the weekend and we couldnтАЩt get hold of the landlord until Monday - no, Tuesday, it was a long
weekend! And there was wet plaster falling all over the sink and the floor. And stains everywhere.

I tell you, if we could find a decent apartment weтАЩd have been out of this rathole years ago.

And they wonтАЩt talk to us when we see them in the halls, when I shout at them they just walk right on by
like they didnтАЩt even hear me. I went up there once to complain, but they wouldnтАЩt answer the door.

Maybe they were busy; I think their refrigerator must have broken down or something, because even
with the door closed I could smell something rotten.

They canтАЩt be very clean.

Anyway, tonight was the last straw, more yelling, and singing this awful high-pitched song, like something
the Arabs sing in one of those old movies, and then thumping about and I swear I heard the furniture
breaking.

тАЬIтАЩve had enough,тАЭ Jack said, and I agreed and said he should call the cops, and he said no, heтАЩd settle it
himself, and he went up there.

There was more yelling then, and banging, but then it stopped. I guess he talked some sense into them.

I wish heтАЩd get back, though. ThereтАЩs something dripping through the ceiling again.

ItтАЩs not water, though, it must be paint.

ItтАЩs bright red.