I write short-stories and this is in sync with the type of themes I've used.
I know the story, and thought I'd read it a long time ago, but several google searches and search engines come up empty.
I do write short stories, and think maybe I made this one up in my head, but it seems almost too perfectly creepy, even for me. Maybe it will ring a bell with one of you folks.
Here's the plot:
The story is about a man in an apartment building who listens to his neighbor come and go; once in the morning when the neighbor left for work, and once in the evening when he returned. All he ever heard was the neighbor's door opening and closing twice. Nothing else, not a movement, not a peep, no toilet flushing, not a TV, nothing.
One day, the man's curiosity got the best of him. After he heard the man come home, he went and listened at his door. Nothing. He knocked. Nothing. Again, he knocked a little louder. Nothing. He peeped through the keyhole. He couldn't see anything moving inside, so he tried the door knob. The door opened, and he looked in. No one was there. The place was completely empty. No neighbor, no furniture, no nothing, except for a bed in the middle of the living room.
The man looked around, looked in closets, looked in drawers. Nothing. He looked at the bed again. Then he looked under the bed. There was a medium-sized flat box laying there. He pulled it out and stared at it for awhile. Finally he opened the box.
Inside was his neighbor, neatly folded and pressed, all ready for work the next day. The man carefully put the lid back on the box, put the box back under the bed and left the apartment as he had found it, closing the door behind him.
That's it. Does anyone recognize it?