So figuring out I’m fully alone to deal with every little thing now, I get my plastic swiffer sweeper and bump the ceiling 5-6 occasions to alert them, HEY it’s loud down right here, HEY it’s after 11pm, and so forth. So the woman that lives there comes stomping down the stairs, bashing on my door, and yelling. She’s received one other girl with her AND a 2 year old youngster. She proceeds to demand that I open the door, to which I merely reply, “no.” And like anybody that hates the word no, she then starts screaming, and the second woman joins in, both on the prime of their lungs, screaming at me.
