Is it so wrong that I hope my upstairs neighbor's feet fall off?

[starrzone]

When I was 21/22, I lived on the 2nd floor of a 3-floor building. My bedroom was located right under my upstairs neighbors' stereo system, and they played their music with the bass absolutely cranked! It wasn't the volume; it was the constant thumping and shaking! I am the non-confrontational type, so after awhile of this, I actually typed them out a letter which said something like "I don't know if you realize this, but your music is preventing me from sleeping. Out of common courtesy, I ask you to please turn the bass down". I slipped it under the door and waited; shortly afterwards, they actually came to my door and apologized! They even said "If it happens again, just thump on the the ceiling and we'll stop". Sure enough, I never had any problems again

 

[AKL_Megs]

In our first apartment, our upstairs neighbor would get home promptly at 5pm and play Guitar Hero for hours.

Then, around 11pm, he would sit in his bed and call his family back in India.

One day, my DH had to go up there and tell him we could hear every single word he was saying.

He was quiet thereafter.

 

[JR6ooo4]

we had a bass player across the hall. He played at midnight sometimes, or should I say practiced, he had been practicing for 15 years...

we were lucky enough to be able to move into a townhome only a block away, and we love this neighborhood. now we live next to a quiet little "young" church lady. she is quiet as a church mouse and almost never home. which is good, otherwise we would probably be the noisy neighbors... hehehee

Mikeeee

 

[bumbershoot]

We had the strangest noise situation in an apartment. We were on the *top* floor.

But we could hear the footsteps of the kids downstairs from us. It was SO weird. We heard them running down their hallway, etc etc. Even though we were above them.

And they had a HUGE TV, which was pushed right up against the wall, so the sound just whooshed up the wall and we could practically put our ear against that wall and hear the TV downstairs.

Worse, they were latchkey kids whose mom didn't believe they were so noisy; they weren't allowed to play videogames when they got home, but oh boy they certainly did!


We now rent in a nice, quiet, mainly-retired-people condo. I've been told by the downstairs lady to NOT control DS running around, because she likes hearing it, because it reminds her of her grandchildren. I still do keep him from running early or late (late being relative remembering that most people here go to sleep early) but it made me feel better about the middle of the day stuff.

Still boggles my mind about the top floor apartment hearing those below!

 

[nuttylawprofessor]

We lived 20 stories above and behind Buddy Guy's Legends and the Chicago "L" train when we got married. Changing the volume on the t.v. to be heard above the train was something we did without thinking. No wonder the paint on the buttons of the remote wore off. But there was nothing to counteract the 2 am bottle dump at the club. Every night. Except on weekends. Then we had dumps every hour from midnight until 4:00 am. From the sound of it, business was good down there!

Communal living has its gems, doesn't it? Now if we could convince the people across the hall that leaving their door open to get the heat from the common hallway isn't the best heating plan, we'll be golden.

 

[C.Ann]

Yes - it's wrong..

Perhaps you could "gift" him a pair of thickly padded slippers?

 

[ElliePeters]

Eesh, neighbor issues are tough. Ignoring is hard, but I implore you to do your best.

 

[Katieinwonderland]

When DH and I first lived together it was in a little apartment in Celebration - our upstairs neighbors, I could only assume, had a large collection of woks which they used to strap to their feet to do some tap dancing every night. It was this bizzare combination of banging and crashing and it only happened at night - I'm not confrontational at all but DH was more than happy to go up and ask them to remove the woks. They were very nice and apologetic...so DH actually asked what it was they were doing. They said they were doing yoga