Fatfuck in the floor above me So I just woke up to a tremendous noise. I heard some bricks, tiles and random pieces of concrete falling right next to my head. At first, I thought this was just a minor structural failure caused by some minor thing such as water leakage etc. However, when I got out of bed to investigate, I saw that the sound wasn't caused by just tiles falling off the bottom of the ceiling. An entire chunk of the roof had been punctured and one of the bricks had fallen out. Strangely, I could not see up to the apartment above mine. Instead, there was a lump of some material poking through the hole which was thrashing about rapidly, with drops of blood splattering everything in my nice neat bedroom. The object emitted a foul smell akin to rotten bread dough. There was a strange, muffled, rattling screaming sound, like a speaker with screws and nails placed on top of it. I was quite confused, and also rather scared. The lump coming through the ceiling slowly protruded further downwards, and I decided to go to the above apartment (armed with a hammer) to see what was going on. After climbing the stairs, I was in front of the apartment above mine. The strange screaming noise was more audible now, and I decided to enter. Whatever this was, it had severely damaged my apartment, dropped bricks on my head, and interrupted my sleep. I knocked hard on the door of the house, using the hammer. There was no reply, but the strange sound continued, sometimes stopping to be replaced by a gurgling noise. The sound gradually diminished in volume as I waited about a minute. Eventually, the sound stopped. Out of morbid curiosity I went inside. My mind was conjuring up images of zombies and skeletons, but they did not paralyze me with fear as they did when I was a superstitious child. Instead I laughed at the absurdity of the situation, if a Minecraft-style zombie were to leap out at me. I entered what was supposed to be the bedroom of the apartment. I was greeted with a sight far worse than anything my imagination could provide. A super-morbidly-obese fat fuck was lying on the floor, weakly thrashing and groaning. It was evident that he had lost quite a lot of blood and had strained his heart. At his side was a panicked old woman, uselessly trying to stop the ocean of blood which was flowing out of the fat fuck. And lying in said ocean of blood was a partly crushed meat lover's pizza, which the pig had evidently attempted to eat. I haven't done anything, except just go back down to my apartment and migrate all my computers and useful stuff away from the putrid shower of diseased blood still tricking from what I realized was the obese guy's mangled leg. What do you suggest I do FPH? I'm at a total and complete loss. I'm still not sure whether that was a dream, and I certainly don't want to get into my room and smell that disgusting stench to find out.