So do you wear that collander all the time, or just when the tinfoil hat is at the cleaners?
Ages ago, I was the “spying” upstairs neighbor, at least in the mind of the dude who lived in the apartment below me.
We were quiet, boring students and we certainly didn’t do anything out of the ordinary at home. Downstairs neighbor dude was convinced we were trying to drive him crazy, though. He confronted us several times and also complained to the management. He accused us of deliberately running the shower and toilet too early in the morning and, you guessed it-of following him around while stomping on the floor. The thing is, unless he was beating on the ceiling and shouting curses at us (which he did) we could never determine what room he was in.
The day he moved out, we were elated, until we discovered that 5 tenants’ cars (ours included) had had their tires slashed in the wee hours of that morning. His former roomate later told us he was on medication for psychological problems.
I know this is a zombie, but…
I’ve never been able to follow a downstairs neighbor by sound. I can follow an UPSTAIRS neighbor rather easily. So are these people actually FOLLOWING their upstairs neighbors, instead of BEING followed?
Joe
Sure sounds like it.
What is it with the paranoid people on the Dope this summer? There’s the guy who’s convinced that criminals will see a Geek Squad truck in someone’s driveway and decide to steal a TV that night and the weird coincidence guy and now this…
Only for ID photos.
Beyond that, who the hell cares if your neighbors can hear you doing mundane things? If you are a government employee working on top secret invasion plans or something I can see being bothered by it, but honestly if one of my neighbors has a chart that outlines my daily activities why would I care? I can just see my upstairs neighbor with a stethescope and a spiral notebook charting my evening:
Some people seem to believe they’re far more interesting than they actually are apparently.
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One apartment I had was the exact same floorplan as the one above. They liked having very loud sex all over the place - screaming and interesting obscene conversations.
I got peeved and recorded it once, and flipped my speakers to aim them at the ceiling and played the snipped of about 10 minutes back at full volume.
They got much quieter after that 
Another flat I was the upstairs person and I am normally very quiet, they sent the cops up for a wellness check because they hadn’t seen or heard anything from me for about a week. :smack: I was on vacation which is why the car never moved … and I didn’t own a tv at the time, tend to go barefoot in the house and apparently am a quiet cook. [I was fairly broke at the time and made a lot of rice and noodles.]
“…since Old Lady McGillicuddy was murdered there.”
Dude, I don’t know how fat or ugly she really is (obviously, 'cause I can’t see her), but to me, the answer is simple: adjust what you consider fat and ugly, invite her down for dinner, and ask for a F?@%&** blowjob (condoms and blindfold may be required) 
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Guys, and girls…
This stuff really happens. I (also) am living with it and not only does it p you off but you begin feeling like a criminal in your own place.
I searched, just an hour ago, what I could do about the smacked butt upstairs. Sorry that there are others living it but it is vindication for me. Not that I needed it, I have had friends and family sneak in to prove it to them. He acts like a normal neighbor if he knows I have company. Unless of course I’m having sex with said company. Then, as usual, he’s all ears.
I have lived here for over 10 months now and I hate to be at home when he is not at Wal Mart working. It gets 10 times worse every other weekend when he has custody of his 8-10 year old son. When the son is here or not, my life is the most important thing going in his life. I guess working for wal-Mart said it all, no insult intended to normal people who work there, but this guy has no TV or radio or computer. I heard a cell phone ring one time. I am his daily entertainment and I entertain his son every other weekend. Did I mention I live in Venice, FL. We have a Wal-Mart! Bruce stocks shelves there at night and it is the only time I can relax. I’m telling anyone that will listen, I am not paranoid, he is really (insert 4 letter word)ed UP.
So others understand, try sitting in your house or apartment with nothing to listen too and realize how quiet it can get. Then your phone rings in the other room, it’s Mom calling. You hear your upstairs neighbor, all but run, to above where the phone rang. Now, you have no idea why anybody, least of all this nut cake would be so interested in your life, BUT HE IS. I write this with my favorite Bruce Springsteen playlist as high as the volume will play on my ihome alarm clock radio and he started (also Bruce, don’t know a last) pacing very heavy footed across his floor. I know he is P’ed off because he can’t be sure what I’m doing. If he only knew what I am writing at the moment. I’m a disabled (like the original thread writer) Paramedic on SSI. I can only tell the reader(s) that if I wasn’t locked in by lease, I’d be long gone. Not only am I locked by lease, I can’t afford to move. I tried to talk to him a half dozen times but he, or the kid, make like I don’t exist and walk by me. I tried knocking on the door but he does not answer. He leaves to go to work and comes home in the morning. He never leaves otherwise, never opens a curtain or blind. EVER. Even when his kid is over, they both coop up in the tiny duplicate of my 1 bedroom apt.
I noticed it the first weekend I moved in. Because I left my parents where I was for 2 of my 4 surgeries to date, I had all my stuff in Mom’s garage. The pet cat was in the same garage so I, obviously, had to wash all my kitchen stuff as it was full of cat hair and litter sand. I ran the dishwasher quite a few times. All of a sudden, and I don’t drink, heard someone shouting, “they don’t meter each apartment, why should I have to pay for all that water he’s using”. I thought I was just getting tired. A week later, I was chatting with the guy that lives next to me and found out about the water bill and the third party billing company the Apt complex has bill us. Anyway, ever since, 10 + months, Bruce, has been listening to everything I do. EVERYTHING.
I related to the original threader and sympathized as well. He is not crazy or paranoid either. I masturbate and the guy upstairs is trying to hear ever groan and moan. I gather the trash to take it out, he follows and listens. Phone calls, on the computer, I take medication, he’s there. (upstairs) AND, I know it is illegal to record anyone. Be it audio, video or both, if you do the recording, you go to jail. The good part is it works both ways. He can’t stop me from blaring my porn when his kid is over. That will be this weekend if they keep it up. No Joke.
It was asked if he can see thou the floor? I get it, to anyone that is not living it, it’s funny. Be careful what you laugh at. Now knowing I’m not alone, these people are sick.
Cher playlist
If anyone wonders, I’m gay. I considered the angle of him being closeted and/or curious. None of it gives him the right to disrupt my life the way he has. I started the loud music thing just a few months ago. Banging my cane on my ceiling had no effect. Not positive affect anyway. The music, and my loud singing along with it really only eases me and settles my head. Just the other night I yelled up "do you want me to (perform fellatio) again, I really thought that would do it. NOPE I’ll see if it gets any result when the kid shows up this weekend. Huh, my dad, gay?
I am at my witts end. Many times I wanted to go up the steps and beat the living TAR out of him and the kid but I promised Mom I would not loose my cool. I’ll be the one that lands in jail. I would not like the neighbors there either…
I’ll take on this post for a while and try to keep it fresh, like a diary. WISH ME LUCK!
You bash the ceiling, deliberately play loud music and porn (to upset a child). There is a problem neighbour here, but it ain’t the guy above you. Nobody here is going to wish you luck.
I’ve heard situations where people have rented space next to their targets and found out where they sit and taken a microwave, removed the door (and defeated the safety switch) and aimed it at that location with power on. So perhaps you are lucky that all she is doing is listening.
This thread reminds me those message boards for the folks who believe that there are small bugs crawling all over their skin. They are very interesting.
Maybe he should keep himself wrapped up in foil, just in case.
Uh, what KIND of medication? Cuz that could explain a lot.
2/2 of the previous people claiming to have this problem have only made 1 post (and the second poster’s name is very apt). If you want to be taken seriously, I think you should make a few more posts.
This is something an actual wheelchair-bound person who is literally crazy and spends all day yelling at phantoms said.
I can stamp in my passport that I’ve seen everything.
Indeed. James, your behavior is absolutely atrocious, and you shouldn’t be surprised if your upstairs neighbor calls the police on you at some point for disturbing the police and/or harassment.
If you genuinely believe the neighbor is running over to where the phone rings, try this experiment:
When he’s at home, take an hour to record in a journal every time he moves. At the end of the hour, plant your phone in a different room and call it with Google voice-chat (or with some other telephony service). Record his movements.
Repeat this experiment on ten consecutive days.
If you’re right, then when you call your phone, 100% of the time you’ll hear his footsteps going toward the room with the phone in it.