20 Stories about what it’s like to live with the noise of neighbors

Many people complain about the relationship with neighbors. In general, people say that they are lazy, that they make noise, that they throw their garbage in the wrong place, that they drink and are messy…the list of complaints is huge. It is not surprising that there are so many anecdotes and jokes on this topic.

We’ve compiled 20 stories from people who not only had the misfortune of living with difficult neighbors, but also suffered the torment of living in thin-walled homes.

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I live alone. I once caught a cold and sneezed literally every 5 minutes. In our building the audibility is so good, it seems that the walls are made of cardboard. It was already terrible when the neighbor constantly said: “Cheers!” But then, at night, I had the hiccups and then my neighbor said, “Hey, apartment 22, just get scared and it’ll pass.” His voice was low and sleepy. I got angry and the hiccups stopped!

The walls of my building create the feeling of literally living with the neighbors. A family lives next door, and I hear absolutely everything: every sneeze, cough, and other intimate detail; just need to hear the whispers. A reality show, but in an audio version.

I hear the upstairs neighbor walking by and yelling at his dog. I hear the next-door neighbor ask, “Who is it?” as he rings his doorbell. I hear other neighbors bathing the baby. Sometimes I start to doubt my mental health and I think I have some kind of schizophrenia.

My upstairs neighbors were a real nightmare: a young family with children who loved to come back from their evening walk (around 10 pm) and start running all over the apartment. And the father was also an active part of these happy runs, playing the villain who chased the children, screaming uncontrollably. He dreamed of the day they would move in, to discover what it would be like to sleep in silence. And, a month ago, I saw my neighbors pack all their stuff into boxes! Finally my dream came true! Yes, they moved in, or rather they rented their apartment to 4 college students. Now, not only do I hear stomping and screaming, but also their horrible music and unbearable funks.

On Saturday, I woke up at 6:30 am because I heard the alarm on the neighbor’s phone. I have nothing against builders; in general they are responsible guys, but how could they build such a building?

We moved to a new apartment. Our neighbors are 2 grandmothers. I have 2 daughters under a year old and the neighbors know that. We recently bought a robot vacuum cleaner and decided to name it Osmar. Today, when meeting our neighbors at the entrance to the building, they looked at us strangely; after all, they often hear phrases like:

Did you lock Osmar in the kitchen?

– Wash Osmar’s bottom (he has a container on his back).

The girls are hitting Osmar again.

– Release Osmar to collect the garbage.

– Osmar tried to hang himself again (sometimes he wraps himself in a blanket).

I recently went to the bathroom and saw a mouse. I screamed loudly: “Raaaato!” And I heard a hysterical voice coming from behind the wall: “Where!? Where!?”

Neighbors roasted meat on a grill on their enclosed porch. Smoke billowed out of the bay windows. Then they fought. They threw their suitcases from the 4th floor windows and pushed each other through the door. In the morning, on the concrete walls of the entrance, there were scratches. The following night, they noisily reconciled. So they threw a dumbbell into the other room for the dog to fetch. Then they screamed and jumped. I just hope they break their leg.

My neighbor drinks. From his apartment I hear music at full volume. As she did not react to the neighbors’ requests, we called the police. Her door was broken into, and she began to apologize, saying: “I fell asleep, sorry, I will pray for my sins all night.” The police left and the neighbor kept her word. It’s 3 am and the whole building is praying: she’s turned the religious channel to full volume.

About 40 minutes ago, I heard my upstairs neighbor calling out for a certain Vicente. My name is Camila, but I think I’ll explain to you that Vicente, apparently, won’t be coming.

My room seems to be very close to the next-door neighbor’s bed, so I can hear him talking in his sleep. Thanks to my insomnia and the thin walls, I now know that the main thing in life is not to be called Ignatius, that rabbit and thyme in the same pot don’t taste good, that you can hide your mail from the janitors because they won’t do anything to you. and that half-ripe oranges suck.

Many people complain about their neighbors’ pets, but I would be very happy if my neighbor had a cat. Because my neighbor has a rooster in his apartment. A damn live rooster! So, at 5 am: Cocoricóooo!

It’s been over a year since I’ve been living with my boyfriend on the 3rd floor of a 5-story building. When I come back from work, I’m sure I’ll find Senhora Rosa (80 years old), who lives on the 1st floor, telling us that she hears how we move from one corner of the apartment to another with a chair on wheels. After these accusations, she even makes you want to buy a chair with wheels, so that the accusations can be justified.

My son is 6 months old. When I bathe him, I sing cartoon songs. And we have excellent hearing. Well, there I am, singing the song of Mundo Bita and, suddenly, I hear the neighbor who, with a deep voice and with great feeling, accompanies me. Nowadays, sometimes we sing a duet. The little one is delighted.

When I moved to my own house outside the city, I was incredibly happy: I would finally stop listening to the neighbor using the drill! But now, to the right of my house, lives a neighbor who has a lawnmower. On the left is a neighbor who has a circular saw and is always cutting and polishing stones. And opposite lives a crazy breeder of royal peacocks, who scream every morning! And planes began to pass above the house, because the neighboring airport changed the trajectory of its aircraft so that the noise of the turbines would not disturb the city! What does it all mean, Karma?

I always felt very tired because every morning my upstairs neighbor would turn the stereo on full blast to listen to electronic tunes and dubstep. I have nothing against music, but still, from 8:00 to 9:00 in the morning, with these sounds, my soul struggled to jump out of my body and escape far away. I decided to try to solve the problem without fighting with the neighbor (he is a good boy). I wrote a list of the songs I wanted to hear, put it in a bag with 10 candies (one for each song) and left it on the doorknob. Now I wake up to great music. I have happy mornings in exchange for a few measly sweets.

I live in a tall building whose audibility is tremendous. Above my apartment lives a family with a child of about 6 or 7 years old. Well, this child, for a year, every day, at the same time, learns to play the piano. At first I was terribly enraged by that sound, but then I got used to it, and it even became interesting to listen to it. And today, finally, he managed to play the Luna’s Light Sonata of Beethoven without a single mistake. I cannot express with words the euphoria and pride that invaded me. It’s like it was me or my son playing. Tomorrow I’m going to buy chocolate for him.

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