After Months of Living in Fear...
Who on this Earth hasn’t lived next door to, above, or below someone they just couldn’t get along with? Neighbors can be obnoxious because they make too much noise, they cook smelly food, or they’re serial killers. Could you imagine living in that apartment building next to Jeffrey Dahmer? But I digress…
Then there’s the other kind of neighbor who terrorizes you, saying that you’re the bad one. This situation is way harder to navigate because while you’re the real victim, they’re claiming that you’re the attacker, assaulting them with noise or other such things.
One man out there knew this struggle all too well. For months, his bad neighbors barraged him with texts, complaints, and violations for doing nothing at times, all while they whooped and hollered like there was no tomorrow. There were even threats of physical violence as well as police intervention. He documented these difficult months on Imgur; it’s a fascinating look into how bad things can get when you’ve got a case of terrible neighbors.
An Average Guy
Imgur user by the moniker ChefShwasty took to the popular site to vent about his frustrations with his new batch of apartment neighbors who lived in the unit below him beginning on March 20th.
He explained, “After having had three or four different people move in and out over a span of time (we live in low-income apartments), this was nothing new. I put my shoes on, went down, and introduced myself. I gave them my phone number, and told them that if they needed anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. I also mentioned that I have an electronic drum kit that I only really use it a few times a week, for half an hour, around 4-o’clock when I get off work.”
Seems nice enough.
Well he shouldn’t have given the neighbors his number. He immediately started getting texts that would soon go into the territory of harassment. The neighbors didn’t like his drumming (which are padded rubber and he wears headphones for), his chopping of vegetables, and his TV watching which he claims was less loud than their own TV set.
He said, “Texts like these became frequent. I changed my schedule around a lot so I could fit some drum time in. Most times, I would even wait for them to leave so that I could drum. I got a lot of these within a minute of starting. My practice dropped to once a week, sometimes not for a few weeks.”
After three months of texts to basically stop existing above them, ChefShwasty stopped responding for the most part, but he did his best to make the least amount of noise humanly possible. It never helped the situation though. On June 15, he finally told them no, he wouldn’t stop playing his drums with headphones because he needed to practice.
He made sure that his live-in girlfriend couldn’t even hear it from ten feet away. Yet, he said, “Within seconds, Mr. Whiny-pants was POUNDING on the ceiling with his fists as hard as he could, enough to possibly cause damage to the ceiling itself. Then, I heard sprinting up the stairs outside. He kicked our door.
I opened it to find him red-faced, and clenching his fists. He started laying into me about how I can’t be doing what I was doing, and shrieked on and on. I explained to him my previous courtesies, and lamented about how I couldn’t even do this once. He kept getting in my face about the matter, so I told him simply that I was doing complying to texts. I was done being courteous if all I was going to get in return was hostility. He stormed down the stairs saying something about me regretting this.”