I have never experinced one up until now. It really doesn’t bother me, but what about you guys?
I had one in an apartment building. He was in the unit above mine, played music really loud at night. I hated it, the ones on either side of him did, and the unit above him. He was finally evicted. I never saw the place but it had to be fumigated and I got one of the roaches. Ugh.
Landlord lived above us in an illegal 3rd floor apartment for about six months.
Would get restless and vacuum at 3am. :smack: Fun times.
In my next apartment, the guy who lived directly above me and his friends would gather from 2am-5am twice a week to watch taped football games. Lasted about a month and a half before enough complaints had been made to stop it.
Not exactly the neighbors. But the people who used to live in the other half of my duplex had dogs. The dogs did not grasp the concept of a duplex; they seemed to feel the entire building was “theirs”. It wasn’t a problem when my neighbors were home but when the dogs were alone in the house and they heard me make any kind of noise, they would assume there was an intruder in the house and start barking.
For a while I lived in a basement apartment on Long Island. It was a huge house, and my apartment was right under the front entrance. There were five teenagers in the family, coming home at all hours, stomping their feet as soon as they got in, and playing loud music. Then there were the people in the adjoining apartment (paper-thin walls), having very loud sex, day and night.
There was the time a country singer moved in upstairs, and rehearsed most days. I remarked that at least he didn’t play drums. Then a few days later his brother moved in with a set of drums.
And there was the time when the people below me, who were rarely home, just let any of their mates crash at their place, people who didn’t feel they had to follow the residency rules, and they’d pass out from taking drugs after leaving a CD on loop. It went on for months (for occasional weekends) and the Police were eventually called in (by me). They sorted it out.
Since those, and after several moves, nothing quite so bad, but a few times a year there’s usually some irritating bullshit next door making my day or night a horrible restless experience.
One year in college, my bed was against a wall shared with room of people who NEVER SHUT UP. Late into the night, they would shriek, and giggle, and have loud conversations and oh God just let me sleep.
Yes. It’s terrible. Every night, at 3 AM, while I’m happily indulging on my hobby of moving the furniture while listening to some light Heavy Metal music, the whackos downstairs start hitting the ceiling with a broom and screaming loudly.
Some people.
Thought the title said “nosy” (a la Bewitched’s Gladys Kravitz)…
I lived on the lower floor of a two-storey apartment building. The people upstairs had sex at 10 PM every night. And I woke up at five in the morning to work out before going to work. The sounds they made would not have bothered me; but their bed was very squeaky, and it woke me up every time. I finally resorted to leaving a note on their door, asking them to buy new box springs. They bought a whole new bed.
There is only one rental house on my block, and it seems to attract trouble.
One time we got some young people who apparently wanted to be in a band. They practiced their instruments (electric bass guitar and drums) at club volume during the wee hours.
Other neighbors must have called the police numerous times, and someone must have called the landlord. The kids were gone within two months.
I learned later that it was two boys, 18 and 15 years old. They had escaped from a horrible abusive home, and the 18-year-old was trying to support them and care for his younger brother. I felt bad about the situation and hope that they found a better life.
If only they’d kept quiet, they would’ve been fine here.
Not really. I live in an apartment in the low-rent end of town, and the worst I’ve had was a few who would party for a few hours on some weekends, maybe a couple other times when they’d just turn the speakers up. But never all night.
The worst is when they leave their car idling n the parking lot with the amps peaked. I live next to a convenience store, and that usually doesn’t last longer than it takes to ring up a beef jerky and Red Bull.
My experience has been that higher-income professionals have louder and longer parties than the marginalized classes.
I live in a rural “neighborhood” that is a combination of trailers and homes.
In the nine years I’ve lived here we’ve had:
- People playing loud music during the day and at night.
-Barking dogs.
-Shouting matches.
-People doing target practice with automatic weapons both during the day and at night.
-A guy, his teen age son and friends/family riding ATVs 24/7.
Life in a military barracks was often less than peaceful, with loud music, drunks, etc. The worst was when I was on a deployment for six months without female company, and the guy in the room next to mine had a very noisy girlfriend. Listening to her moaning and screaming during sex was nearly unbearable. I can’t imagine what it was like for his roommate.
Other than that, we’ve been lucky so far with the two homes we’ve purchased, other than the people that used to be next door who refused to do anything about their barking dog. I finally had a couple of confrontations with the owner about it. Instead of taking care of the dog, they gave it away. :rolleyes:
Neighbors above us in Mrs. Homie’s and my first apartment had really loud sex from time to time. Like, REALLY loud. One time we’re downstairs watching TV and minding our own business when we hear the sounds of them rolling around on the bed, floor, whatever. Then I hear the woman moaning, loudly, “FUCK ME IN THE ASS! FUCK ME IN THE ASS!”
We turned the TV up.
I once lived in a second-story apartment that was so poorly insulated
that when the downstairs neighbors turned their ceiling light on…
my rug got hot.
At another place, they installed a washing machine
right outside my bedroom window. Tenants were free to use it
at any time of day or night. I could sleep through the wash and
rinse cycle…but the spin cycle always made my pillow vibrate. :mad:
Upstairs neighbors practicing drums. Check.
Guy in next apartment vacuuming at 3:00 am. Check.
Loud sex. Check.
Neighbor vacuuming his apartment at 3:00 am so his girlfriend could come over to have loud sex. Check.
I’m not into putting up for months with these things, but the neighbors on the side took care of that problem.
After the second time in a couple of months that it happened, she left a note complaining about the noisy sex every day for a week. . .
When my wife and I were newlyweds, we lived on the third floor of an older three-story apartment building. The tenants in the 2nd floor apartment, below us, were (in order):
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A couple who would have a screaming, throwing-things-at-each-other drunken fight about once a month. Cops were called numerous times.
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A middle-aged woman whose bedroom was under ours. She fell asleep to the TV in her room. She was also hard of hearing, so the TV volume was turned up, and the TV would stay on until she woke up.
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A younger guy who aspired to be a Broadway singer. He’d practice in his bedroom, singing at full bore. (He was not a good singer.)
We moved out of the apartment, into a house, where noise was not really an issue. That is, until the owner of the cigar store across the street remodeled it into a martini bar. Now, we get drunk loud patrons deciding to carry on conversations outside of the bar’s front door – conversations which easily carry up to our bedroom window. 
Geez, Greg! You could have mentioned you posted on The Dope.
But I guess that would have been an awkward non-sequitur.
That one time we talked.
I had some downstairs neighbors who played their music loud enough for the bass to shake my floor during the day and snored loud enough for me to hear at night. Complaining to the landlord didn’t work so I took to running all my audio through my computer and listening on headphones during the day and sleeping with a white noise generator (i.e.: a box fan) running at night.
They moved out when their lease was up. This was almost two decades ago and I still cannot fall asleep easily without a fan running.