Noise Complaints

I made a plan a few months back to move into a new apartment the second my lease was up. The property management it was under was filled with cheapskates and caused more trouble than needed. Like rent could be paid the first of the month through the fifth and you could do it online, but they complained if you paid it online but also loved it when you paid there because it charged a convenience fee. So, I quickly decided I just needed to get out of there.

I moved across town to a really nice apartment complex that was a hundred dollars less than my old place. I couldn't have been happier with the location and floor plan. It was all hardwood floor, and everything was in cool toned colors, from the wall paint to the kitchen counters. There was even a private balcony that was decently sized. It was a definite upgrade from my old place, for sure.

After getting all moved in and settled, I stepped out on the balcony for a victory cigarette after unpacking my very last box when I noticed my neighbor to my right. She was sitting Indian style on the wood and was slightly rocking back and forth. Her hair was a tangled mess and she had sweatpants and a hoodie on. The only thing I thought was weird was that she was in heavy clothing in ninety degree weather. I changed my mind on smoking. I just turned around and went inside.

While moving stuff in, I had stayed at my boyfriend's place, so I was finally staying my first night in my new place. I had went out for some drinks with some friends and came home around midnight, only to hear loud Christian music coming from next door. It was that lady's apartment. The quiet hours were eleven to seven so I was concerned for the rest of the building. I put my ear up to the door and listened and I could also hear her talking loudly to someone. When I realized I couldn't sleep through the music, I decided to go to her door and ask her to keep it down.

She didn't turn the music down or anything when she opened the door to me. She was at least forty-five, or possibly older, or she just looked much older. Her hair was still a mess and she was in the same hoodie and sweatpants. I wasn't a very social or confrontational person, so this was a huge step for me on its own. I asked her as politely as possible to turn the music down a little bit, and as I did, I caught a glimpse of the inside of her place. The windows were painted completely black, and it felt very damp and humid inside. I saw a few cockroaches and even dog poop all over the floor, but no dog. I met her eyes for a moment and she said nothing to me in return. Instead, she just closed the door and a few seconds later, the music was turned up.

The following night, I had my boyfriend stay over since I had gotten such a weird vibe from that lady. I woke up suddenly that night and saw a figure standing at the foot of the bed. I suffered from sleep paralysis often so at first, I thought that's what it was. But I was fully awake and when my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was my neighbor. She'd broken in and she had something in her hand. I couldn't make out what it was. Who knows how long she'd been standing there.

"You should lock your door at night," she said, and turned and left without another word.

The next morning, I heard someone making strange noises outside by my balcony. I slid the door open to see my neighbor, on her balcony, speaking in tongues loudly to herself, and swinging a plastic bag around with her rotting dead dog inside. It was a hot day and the smell of decay was sweeping over my way with the breeze and even seeping into my apartment. I don't think I had ever been more scared in my life.

I silently went back inside before going to the next floor up to knock on someone's door to ask them what was going on. He was just as scared as I was. He explained how she had broken into his apartment one evening as well, when he was watching TV with his two kids who were visiting for the weekend. He'd stood up from the couch to go start dinner and she was standing behind the couch, with a power drill in her hand, staring at him. That's when I realized that that's what she was holding the night before.

My boyfriend said he'd called the cops when I was upstairs talking to the neighbor. They knew all about her. Apparently, she's a violent schizophrenic, and she hadn't taken her meds but they can't force her, or break into her apartment without her permission because she owned it. The only way they could do anything was if they caught her outside the building.

I stayed up later than normal for two days after that, waiting for her to run out of cigarettes. When I heard her leave her place at two a.m., I peeked out over my balcony to see her walking toward the 7-Eleven up the street, and I quickly called the cops. They had undercover cars parked along the street and a special van and they nabbed her up in no time and hauled her away to some institution. In less than a minute, it was like she was never there.

I never saw or heard from her again. I still wake up some nights though, thinking she's going to be at the foot of my bed, staring at me, with a power drill in her hand.

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