Awesome thread. It’s a full-blown mystery now. There had better be a solution, or I’m requesting my money back.
But don’t party like it’s 1999!
Unless she’s hot too.
Then think of her all you want…
Alright, here is my best attempt at a transcription of the reply I got this morning. It’s hand-written, so some of it is just guesses based on context.
1502–
Thank you for your note, and I apologize in advance for any inconvenience, however I believe there is a miss-assumption of where the noise (drumming) is coming from, and would like to inquire further. Please call me at ### ###-#### (Marie). I found your note to be quite creative and appreciate you taking the time to write.
About me, I’m a creature of habit. I work full time and also attend classes. So my schedule is pretty structure[d] and very limited to no enjoyment of video games and/or DVDs. I’m up early, and in bed by 9PM. I do live in my apartment, so I do use my dishwasher, washing machine/dryer, hairdryer, and some occasional TV watching. But I assure [you*] it is all done within what I call my living hours 7AM-9PM.
I’ve had similar concerns of noise with my above neighbor, but realized we are in a concrete block, so noise travels, and the noise is nowhere annoying as the ‘EL’.
Anyhoot**, let’s discuss and learn the exact times, and areas, and if my TV, or any other appliance. I will be mindful, but again I’m a 7-9PM person, and when I’m not working or studying I’m sleeping.
[smiley face] Marie
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- It doesn’t look anything like “you,” in fact it looks like “look” or “1002”, but “you” is the only thing that makes sense there.
** - I swear, it says “anyhoot”
Anyhoot!
Please for the love of all things holy, get with her!
I’ve heard people use the term anyhoot where the normal term would be anyhow. You might have a farm or small town girl there.
My building once had a small social network website thing for residents that nobody uses anymore. On there I’ve found only one person named Marie. There’s a picture, but it’s not something to (as they say) write home about. That sounds cruel. I don’t know. There’s over 200 units in this mo’, so it’s not conclusive enough for me to start focusing on that.
Right now I’m trying to see if I can hear the noise again. I hear something, but at this point I think I’m “hearing” everything.
There’s a good enough chance that I’ve actually gone insane.
Knorble!
Why am I getting a Penthouse Forum vibe from this thread?
Ten dollars says she’s ugly. Scratch that. Fifty. I can feel it.
Pipes carry sound well from long distances. You can even get a beat going from water exiting the pipes.
Record the sound and host it so we can hear it and guess like on the old radio shows that gave out prizes.
Pipes can also carry smoke that makes colors taste lovely
OK this is so obviously a lie that I DEMAND pictorial proof!!
(you’ll find my email in my user profile)
Hmmm… e-mail a stranger about naked female neighbors, or ogle naked female neighbors… what to do, what to do?
If you get with her, maybe you can move up to 1602 and the noise problem will solve itself! 
Okay, fine, but I’m still spocking my fives from the last thread I was on. I’ve got other stuff to do, y’know, like investigate mysterious noises.
Alright, this is madness. I just silenced everything I own and walked/crawled around my apartment trying to track down the direction the noise is coming from. Whichever direction I point one ear, it always seems to be louder in the other ear. Upstairs is the only direction that makes any sense.
I’m vexed. This is vexing.
I was once plagued by an upstairs mystery noise. It was a tapping sound that came from the upstairs apartment. A tiny, rapid tikking sound like beads bouncing on a tile floor. The tiks would rapidly cross the room, pause, then cross back again. They would start about 10:00 at night, continue for about an hour, and then stop.
tiktiktiktiktiktiktiktiktik [Pause] tiktiktiktiktiktiktiktiktiktik [Pause] tiktiktiktiktiktik…
The upstairs apartment was inhabited by several young women in their 20s, and I could not for the life of me imagine e out what they were doing up there to make that noise every night. I didn’t figure out the explanation until after they moved out. The new tenants told me the girls were dancers who worked at the big strip club a few blocks away. The noise was made by their high heels as they were getting “dressed” to go to work for their shifts that started at 11:00.
Well, now this is going to bug me. Maybe not as much as it bugs you. . . but still. Can 1602 hear it? Based on her note, it doesn’t seem like it, but it couldn’t hurt to ask (well, unless she’s butt ugly and starts stalking you or something). Does that rule anything out as far as which apartments it must be coming from?
Obviously you have to cut off one ear and stick said ear on the top of your head.
So there’s naked neighbour, upstairs not-noise-making neighbour and the actual noisemaker remains unknown, if I’m keeping up so far.
Heck, the weirdest I get is upstairs people who seem to do a spot of hammering at late hours at night.
That’s a ridiculously wordy and convoluted way of communicating a very simple message. 99% chance the person either didn’t read it all the way through, didn’t understand it, or both.
If I got that letter I’d just be annoyed at the cutesiness of it, hate you forever, and continue beating my drum with compulsive regularity just to piss you off.
Perhaps you should get your hearing tested? It could be an inner ear problem for you.
Get the girl from upstairs to come down and listen with you and see if she notices it too. Otherwise, maybe you should consider the alternative… that maybe it’s not the whole world that’s going crazy but maybe just one person instead…