One of the most important things we all need in our lives is privacy. Whether that means limiting followers on your social media accounts or constantly closing your curtains so people passing by cannot see what you’re making for dinner, nobody wants to feel like they are being watched. But sometimes, especially when you live in a tight apartment building, even when no one else can see you, they might be able to hear you.
One curious individual reached out to the Ask Reddit community and posed the question, “Redditors with thin walls, what have you heard in your apartment?” The post received thousands of comments featuring overheard conversations that were never meant to be shared, but sometimes, the urge to eavesdrop is far too strong. We’ve gathered some of the juiciest, cringiest and most hilarious stories of things neighbors never asked to overhear but were subjected to, and gathered them below for you all to read. Enjoy going through these responses that might make you want to install soundproof walls as soon as possible, and then if you’re interested in reading another Bored Panda piece featuring conversations bystanders have caught at just the right moment, check out this story next.
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My parents told me stories about the apartment they lived in when i was a baby. The lady above us was a classically trained pianist and her music room was above my room. Apparently when i would start crying in my crib she would start playing and i would go right to sleep. After my parents divorced my dad stayed in the same apartment. A few years later when i went to visit him (i was about 10 or 11) i got to finally meet her for the first time. The woman who used to play me to sleep as a baby taught me how to play the piano ten years later.
If you have ever lived in an apartment building, chances are you have heard more than you wanted to on more than one occasion. Whether it was a fight between the couple next door, an angry phone call to someone’s parent, too many details about your upstairs neighbor’s love life, or a pet who just won’t shut up in the middle of night, it’s never fun to be reminded that you share a space with many other people. Our homes should be our sanctuaries. But unfortunately, just because there are walls in between you and your fellow tenants does not mean you don’t know what movies they are watching, what music they listen to, and the current state of their marriage.
But if you are living in a paper thin apartment building and just want some relief from the constant fear that your neighbors can hear you and the perpetual annoyance of knowing way too much about them, there are certain tactics you can employ to gain a bit more privacy. According to Thomas Bruhl, creator of the blog A Soundproof House, you can even make your home much more soundproof without having to embark on any complicated construction projects.
When I was an older teenager I had my own tiny apartment in the hood and a raging a*****e gang member for a boyfriend. We would get in raucous fights and my downstairs neighbor would call the police. One time, I was crying quietly after a particularly bad fight that had gotten physical and I heard my neighbor arguing with her husband “No, I’m not going to mind my own business and ignore it. I don’t care that he always comes back the next day & she forgives him. One day he’s going to really hurt her or kill her and I’m not going to live with knowing that I sat there and did nothing when I KNEW a girl was being abused”. I was naive and in love, I thought and ignorant and young and I had never considered it ABUSE. That felt so melodramatic but I realized that my neighbor was right. Finally left him for good after that fight. So, good looking out random lady in east LA in 1999. I’m sorry for being the worst neighbor imaginable
My downstairs neighbors are a couple with a one year old boy. The babies room is right under mine. They speak so sweetly to him I’m not even mad that I can hear them so clearly.
One morning the dad went in to get the baby out of bed and I hear him go “can you say daddy? Can you say daddy?” And in the tiniest little voice I heard “daddy”. My heart melted.
If thin walls in your building are affecting your quality of life or quality of sleep, Thomas first recommends investing in soundproof blankets to place on the weakest points of a wall. He explains that sound does not equally travel through every part of a wall, so it is best to try to pinpoint the places that let the most noise through first. Then start hanging those blankets! The name is pretty self explanatory, but Thomas notes that soundproof blankets are designed to block and dampen sound and have been proven to reduce noise by up to 50%. There are a variety of them available, so you can choose the aesthetic that matches your space the best and rest easy knowing that you won’t have to pretend you did not know that your neighbor and her husband were separating.
Next, Thomas suggests sealing off any cracks and holes in your walls with green glue. “Much of the airborne noise enters your apartment through cracks and holes in the wall,” he explains. “And unfortunately, even if you’ve just moved in, there might still be small holes or gaps in your walls.” These small holes might not seem like a big deal, but they can amplify your neighbors’ conversations more than you may realize. Sealing them up will be one more way to bring your home a bit more privacy.
"Help me please. He won't let me go." - I went and knocked on the door, guy opened the door with his pants half way down while a woman behind him kept screaming that he wouldn't let her go. He told me to f**k off and closed the door. I called the cops and apparently I stopped the guy from r*ping the girl. Felt good.
Thank you for helping that poor girl. So many would've just ignored the situation and not got involved.
I’ve heard my neighbor giving his granddaughter a xylophone, for birthday I guess. She could play it well and kept playing for a while. Immediately after she left I could hear him trying to play something his granddaughter played. He practiced for a solid hour until he managed to play this song correctly and stopped with a joyful“Yes!“. It was one of the purest things I’ve ever experienced.
Another method that might sound drastic but can make a huge difference is rearranging your furniture to place large pieces in front of the noisiest walls. “Airborne sounds – clinking dishes, conversations, neighbor’s alarm clock, muffled music – travel through the air. If you put obstacles on the sound’s path, you will dampen it and reduce its impact,” Thomas explains. Artwork, bookshelves, wardrobes, sofas, dressers and more can be the perfect barriers to make your space a bit quieter. Plus, it’s a great excuse to make your home cozier as well.
Thomas’ next tip is to add foam panels or acoustic wall tiles to your home to help soundproof it. These work well to block outside noise but also to keep your own sounds in. As much as you do not want to know what your neighbors are discussing all the time, I’m sure you also don’t want them knowing all the details of your private life either. These panels can act like wallpaper as well, adding an interesting aesthetic element to any space, and they are guaranteed to reduce outside noise from creeping in through your walls.
Years ago I had an upstairs neighbor. At 2am, every night, I would hear something sprint across the entire apartment. I realized three things, it was very fast, it took small strides, and it never deviated from its path. One day, I saw my neighbor outside and I said, "I dont know how you have energy at 2am?" He responded with, "Dude, I've been working the midnight to 8am shift for 15 years. Doesnt bother me at all".
That night, I watched him leave his house, drive off, and waited two hours. At exactly 2am, I heard what sounded like two feet hit the floor in his bedroom, and the marathon started.
A few weeks later, I see him outside. I tell him what I hear at night and he says, "That's strange, no one has my keys, it's just me and my rabbit up there."
One day my neighbor was spontaneously singing the national anthem (America) and stopped mid-line and cussed because they messed up the words.
So I sang the correct next line and they burst out laughing before coming back in and finishing the song with me.
I've still never met that neighbor.
10/10 Voice
Our neighbors were once talking loud and I was nosey so I put my ear up to the wall and realized she was reading him Harry Potter pretty enthusiastically and it made my heart melt.
When it comes to why thin walls are such an issue in apartment buildings, the answer likely comes down to companies trying to cut costs. But there are also a wide variety of regulations, or lack thereof, when it comes to noise levels, depending on where a building is located.
In the United Kingdom, for example, the internal airborne sound resistance inside any apartment must be a minimum of 40dB. This not only applies to walls but also upper floors between bedrooms and other rooms. Interestingly enough, however, any wall that has a door in it or is connected to an en suite bathroom does not need to meet the same standards. When it comes to impact sounds, such as footsteps, jumping and dropping objects, a “maximum impact sound transmittance level” of 62dB is permitted for floors and stairs in new buildings, while 64dB is the limit for converted spaces.
When I was in grad school I lived below a family with several young kids. The mother was great and we got along well. She was always apologetic about kid noise, but I didn't really mind. The compromise that worked for us was that it was ok for me to play an amplified guitar, as long as it wasn't late, because her kids liked it and would dance to it when they could hear it.
My upstairs neighbors taking turns zapping each other with a stun gun, hitting the floor, groaning in pain, and then laughing like Beavis and Butthead.
Late to this thread - but for a while I lived next to some Mormon missionaries. Super nice girls. I once apologized to them because my bird was a bit of a squeaker, they told me they didn’t mind.
I was home sick from work one day, and they were singing to my bird through the wall. It was so cute I almost died.
When building a space, architects must keep many factors in mind for where sound is most likely to travel. Some of the most common pathways for noise to take are through chimneys, service entry holes for plumbing or wiring, places where there are back to back electrical sockets on walls, un-pointed mortar joints with gaps and holes, when there is not enough isolating void between ceilings and floors and hard floor coverings without an isolation material between them and the floorboards. Noise is sneaky, and if it’s given a route to take, it will hop on the first train into or out of your apartment.
I once heard an argument that went a little like this:
"Stop treating me like I'm stupid!"
"You asked if Seahorses were mammals, Jessica!"
"THEY GIVE LIVE BIRTH."
A child yelling "Stop hitting me". I called the cops on them several times and never regretted it once.
New upstairs neighbors are a thousand times better.
Now I listen to their kitty get the zoomies and run up and down the hall!
Girlfriend and I were laying in bed at night, was probably around 11:30pm when we hear our neighbor scream; "I f*****g love tomatoes!" and that was all that we heard.
There is no question that soundproofing a building makes the tenants more comfortable, but there are benefits for landlords as well. According to Soundproof Cow, “Soundproofing materials absorb energy, including heat. By limiting the amount of noise that escapes an apartment, you’ll also limit the amount of heat that escapes, allowing tenants to make the most of their energy consumption.” Keeping sound out is a win win for everyone. If your apartment is properly insulated, you’ll no longer need to sit around with blankets whispering so that your neighbors don’t hear you complain about how cold it is in there!
I woke up one morning in a daze, started walking down my stairs (I live in a townhouse/condo) and paused and farted, way louder than I expected. My neighbor next door started laughing so hard from her living room.
This makes me laugh so hard ;p I know it's silly, but farts are the most fun thing to have fun with ;) I didn't pass a loud one, but a deadly stinky one once when I was in a big supermarket.... I turned and walked in the paralel aisle and watched the show of innocent people walking in the cloud of death... still to this day that memory makes me chuckle ;p
I actually manage an apartment complex where my office is surrounded by a one bedroom unit. The building is old and the walls are thin. The tenant that used to live in the unit was a quiet man but would frequently sing beautiful opera music. His voice was amazing and I loved it every time I heard him sing!
Then one time I saw him in the halls and made the mistake of asking if he was the one who sang these beautiful opera songs. His face turned red but he confirmed that it was him. I told him that I always enjoyed it when I heard him sing and that it would always brighten my day.
Never should have said anything because I never heard him sing again.
That was such a shame. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
My male neighbor from India belting out hello by Adele at the top of his lungs. It was magical.
A lot of the stories on this list are a matter of overhearing a conversation or situation because it was imposed onto a tenant by nature of their thin walls. However, listening to other people’s conversations is not a new guilty pleasure for many people. Eavesdropping has been around since the dawn of time, and it is one of my personal favorite pastimes. When my life is not filled with drama, intrigue or suspense, I can’t help but listen to the woman next to me at the coffee shop detail the rollercoaster of her love life. Eavesdropping is live entertainment, and although I’m sure the tenants on this list attempted ear plug, headphones, and white noise, I’m sure many of them also enjoyed the overhearing at times too.
The way my old apartments were laid out, the neighbors bedroom was right next to my kitchen / dining room. One night, I hear them banging (thin walls are thinner when the bed is hitting the wall) while I was fixing dinner. I just turned up the music and continued on with my life. Two hours later, I was cleaning up , doing dishes, and generally tidying up when I heard the familiar thump thump thump of banging. I think, good for them and bag up the trash to take out. Thump thump thump. I open the door and take my bag of trash outside. As I’m walking out, I see the male half of my thumping neighbors....walking in from his car.
Walking back from the dumpster, I see a half naked dude running out of the neighbors apartment. They moved shortly after that.
My dad snoring like a bear, and my mum snoring like a walrus.
If they argue, they snore out of sync, and if they have a nice day they snore in sync.
It’s really quite sweet.
I once heard a former roommate laughing with his then girlfriend about how they're f*****g me over on money. Turned out they were taking my utility portion and buying various games and alcohol.
Instead of confronting them, I confirmed what they said with the utilities company (they hadn't paid the bill is 2 months) and I moved all my stuff out that day while they were at work. For good measure, I took myself off the lease and told them about the GF that had been there 6 months.
Our curiosity for other people’s business never seems to be satiated. According to a paper published in Psychological Science, it is more challenging for humans to not eavesdrop on someone who is talking on the phone than on two people having a conversation right in front of us. We are intrigued by this “halfalogue” and love filling in the gaps about the context and what the other party is saying. This same idea applies to listening through the walls. We likely did not have the full context of the people’s relationship, probably did not hear the entire conversation and may even miss parts due to noise in our own apartment or variations in our neighbors’ volume. But we’re still captivated. I would guess that most of the people whose answers are featured on this list did not hear those conversations yesterday, but they certainly remembered them.
My next door neighbor in college would snooze his alarm, head to the gym, and then his alarm would go off until he got home. I finally left an angry postit on his door that said, ‘Turn off your f*****g alarm.’
Anyway we met years later and now we’re married with kids so w/e ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Pre-dawn hours, blizzard outside, everything still and quiet, my roommate and I heard our neighbor on the other side of the firewall fart, wet and deep like a stifled baritone sax, and exclaim to himself in a twisted combination of awe and disgust, "OH my GOD!" We burst out laughing, and hear him chime in with pride, "Did you guys *hear* that?!" vindicated that his fart was heard and forever lives in our memories.
I lived under some Cubans who played Air Supply when they had sex at the absolute loudest volume they could. They also really enjoyed soccer/football, and the woman would make sounds like a siren, just long extended “wwwoooooooooooooo!” for minutes on end whenever something exciting happened.
They were pretty terrible neighbors. Really obnoxious and loud all the time. They would mop their patio, and the dirty water ran all over our porch. They also poured out used mop water off the patio too. The parking was terrible in that complex and they would occupy two spaces with one vehicle.
They pretended not to speak English whenever we tried to talk to them (even before all the problems; I try to be friendly with my neighbors), but they would also speak loud English right outside our apartment as if we couldn’t hear them. So one day I tried to say hello to them and got a terse, rude reply in Spanish followed by “No comprendo” so I casually asked my sister if she thought the guy knew his wife was sleeping with that blonde they always had over (not made up, they were having an affair).
There was lots of screaming from their apartment later on. No regrets.
EDIT: Silver. Noice. You guys are the s**t. And these comments are great.
According to Jonah Lehrer’s piece for Wired titled “The Science of Eavesdropping”, we are drawn to gaps in information. This goes for books, films, shows, people, etc. When we do not fully understand something, we are intrigued and want to know more. So no matter how obnoxious you might find your neighbors, when you hear a juicy conversation through the wall, you can’t help but listen in. Even if the ethics of eavesdropping are questionable, you pay rent to live there too. If you get an auditory show while you’re eating dinner, who says you’re not allowed to listen?
I heard my roommates having sex very loudly. I didn’t say anything at the moment but sat them down the next day and talked about it...turns out the boyfriend was at work during the time it happened
Well, I guess that was one problem solved and one about to be solved ;)
Not in my house, but I travel a lot for work and stay in a lot of hotels.
So far my favorite was hearing someone banging around in the shower for a while then this exchange:
(Loudly) "Hey! Wash my balls."
(Louder)"Wash your own goddamned balls!"
(Yelling)"F**k you, your pussy stinks!"
They got quiet after that, probably because they heard me howling with laughter and realized people could hear them.
I shared a wall with a Buddhist temple, so a lot of chanting and gonging. It was an awesome five years.
We hope you’re enjoying this list of some of the most hilarious, disturbing and confusing things tenants have heard through their walls. Keep upvoting the stories you think all your fellow pandas should hear, and then let us know in the comments if you have ever overheard a conversation that deserves on this list. I hope you all have privacy and peace and quiet in your homes, but if not, you might want to look into some soundproofing gear. I wouldn’t want you to come across details about your personal life on Reddit, shared by your neighbors…
"Gina, I love you! Gina no! Gina, dammit put the knife down!!" At this point, both the apartments adjoining to Gina's called the police. Gina's husband decided to spend the night elsewhere.
In college, I lived in a crappy apartment nearby the school, that was mostly populated by students. Halfway to class one day, I realized I forgot a book and had to rush back to my apartment to get it. As I was running up the stairs (which shared a wall with the stairs in the next door apartment, which mirrored my own) I could have sworn I heard someone yelling. I ignored it and ran to my room to grab my book. As I clambered downstairs, again I heard yelling, and I paused to listen. I heard some unintelligible moaning, and eventually heard the words “help me,” weakly groaned from the stairs next door. I rushed out and tried their door, but it was locked. I totally forgot about my class and ran to the apartment management office, hoping that someone was there. A manager was, thank goodness, and after I explained the situation, she grabbed her master keys and we booked it back to my neighbor’s place. She opened the door and the poor guy was laying in the stairwell (it was one of the ones that goes up halfway to the second floor, then turns 90 degrees for the rest of the way), clearly having fallen. I called 911 while the manager ran over to the guy. Ambulance came and picked him up, and I later learned that he had fallen down the stairs after passing into a brief diabetic coma. I guess he hadn’t eaten in some time; I don’t know too much about how diabetes works. Anyhow, to this day, I feel grateful that I forgot that book. That poor guy could have died, slumped halfway down the stairs with his face in the carpet.
Edited to add: also, relevant to the thread, I was grateful for the thin walls. Just for that though. Thin walls suck.
Edited again to add: Thanks stranger - baby’s first Reddit gold!
It’s very good you forgot that book, everyone else would of been in class
Neighbor worked alot and hired a new sitter. New sitter invited 2 guys over. Kids were only 3 and 1
Heard her say "if we leave to go to the corner store now, the kids will be fine alone for 20 minutes." and heard them talking about popping some of moms xanax and selling them. Then they promptly left. I walked out knocked on the door and the 3 year old boy came out. I called the police, went into the apartment found moms work number next to the sink and she was furious. Left work and came back home and as she was walking up to thank me and the officers, the babysitter and guys came into the complex. (Mind you this was all within an hour, not 20 minutes lol). Mom whooped babysitter, then called babysitters mom and she got another whoopin. Got offered a sitting job after that and took it. LOL. Also have heard one of my neighbors talking in tongues and yodeling. Glad I dont live in apartment anymore.
"F**k you, man! If you don't like spaghetti, then you don't like me!"
What can only be described as my flat mate having phone sex while using Christian bales batman voice
Every night I would hear my hardcore alcoholic neighbour puke in the sink, jam to her "party music" (usually Concrete Blonde on full blast), puke again, drag her foldout bed out of the closet, then turn on all her fans to go to bed. Her routine. I stopped hearing it. All I heard were the fans. Knew in my gut something was wrong, but kept pushing it away. (I was avoiding her in order to build up some boundaries between us). Silence for five days straight. She had been dead in there for five days, autopsy said heart and liver issue due to chronic alcoholism..
After the body was removed, I let her son into her apartment as I had a spare key. Some decomposition on her rollout bed, but no smell other than her usual smell. He thanked me for being the only regular person in her life, and I felt so guilty.
Keep an ear out for silence, friends.
My downstairs neighbor (a 40 something Moroccan gentleman) playing various videogame songs on his piano for his son who came to visit. It was very cute and wholesome
Edit: a word
Father used to live in a trailer park. I have nothing against trailer parks, but this one was pretty bad.
We heard a loud bang, sounded like a .22, it wasn't overly loud.
Then, "Did you get him?"
Voice 2: "Yeah, he's dead alright."
First voice: "That'll teach him not to go near your drugs!"
Cops were called, turns out these guys shot a cockroach with a handgun. Both arrested for drug charges, one with discharging a firearm improperly.
I moved from far away, so I have a different state license plate than everyone else at the apartment complex. A couple of days ago I head my upstairs neighbor drunkenly ranting to his wife about what he thinks I'm up to. He's convinced that I'm on the run from something. I'm just in grad school lmao.
I would've been playing the Mission Impossible theme a lot and would make sure to wear a trench coat and sunglasses whenever he was outside just to mess with him haha
an argument about money while I was doing the dishes. It ended with a slammed door and one of them on a piano, hitting the keys like a maniac. Some people read, some people go get something to eat, some people exercise.. this m**********r relieves stress by going crazy on a piano. lol
Recently downstairs girl has acquired a dog that:
1. she doesn't take on walks
2. she leaves at home, out of a crate.
I hear her come home and yell/scream/throw s**t at this poor dog... it's heartbreaking - and since no one else in the 4-plex is home I am kinda scared to call animal control in case this crazy b***h decides to make my life hell for reporting her.
Suggestions welcome, this has been tearing at my conscience for the last 2 weeks.
Edit: it's been reported
"William! We do *not* hit!"
His mom was visiting. He was 30.
Upstairs neighbors were a single mom and teenage daughter. They were very loud. The mom’s room was above my room. One day I had off and was woken up by sex upstairs. It was pretty common in the previous couple weeks. This time, though, someone came in and started screaming.
“YOU’RE HAVING SEX IN MYYYYY BED?!”
Turns out the daughter had been skipping school and coming back to the apartment with her boyfriend. They were the ones having sex in the mom’s bed. The fight that ensued should’ve earned both women awards.
My downstairs neighbour has a geniunely beautiful singing voice. She thinks she's just singing to herself but sometimes I stop what I'm doing to listen because it's so beautiful. Am I invading her personal space by eavesdropping without telling her?
Just enjoy the singing and forget any moral questions. As per a previous post, if you mention it to her, she’ll probably feel self-conscious and stop singing.
My last apartment had particularly weak walls between apartments. One night I was reading in bed and I was unknowingly the third party to a particularly nasty fight between the couple living next door. The fight last for almost an hour and was apparently the end of their said relationship as she was going to leave him and the apartment the next day. The longer the fight went on the more interested I became as I pieced snippets of the reason for the fight together.
I did not know them personally, only enough to wave and say hi, help them with carrying up groceries etc...good neighbor stuff.
It seemed Couple A (both early thirties) were becoming bored with their sex life. For whatever reason they decided that they would fulfill a fantasy of theirs and invite a third individual to join them sexually.
Male A and Female A found through some online means Male B to join them. I guess things worked out for awhile, from the snippets of the fight I caught Male B had joined them on multiple occasions for various sexual escapades.
The kicker was Female A came home early from a work trip and found Male A and Male B deeply engrossed in their sexual acrobatics
without her. Female A flipped out and I guess after that point they tried to patch things up but she caught both of them on two other occasions (the latest being the night before fight night that I was unashamedly listening to)
Neither neighbor would hold my gaze for long the next morning. I think they were to embarrassed or ashamed to ask if I had heard anything and presumed I heard it all. I even offered to carry a box of stuff she was lugging out of the apartment (remember..good neighbor). She mumbled something and said no. He was packed, moved out and gone a week later.
Needless to say it was the most interesting thin walled apartment experience I have had the vicarious pleasure to be part of.
More what my neighbour heard...I'm a deep sleeper and was an even deeper sleeper as a teenager. My phone alarm was going off for 30 minutes and my neighbours could hear it through the walls, assumed it was a burglar alarm and called the police. Waking up to the police banging on my door was confusing.
My son sets 6 alarms when he has to get up and still I have to wake him
Neighbor to her son: “If you want her to ________, you need to manscape down there. It’s only fair.”
Me, in my living room: 😳
I get being close to your mom and all but there are just SOME things you shouldn't discuss her.
Couple upstairs would argue frequently. One particular evening, they had an epic battle. It was hours long.
About 2 hours into the argument (11 pm on a weeknight) we heard the woman shout “first of all”.
That was the moment we knew sleeping wouldn’t be restful that night.
I lived next to a couple some years ago and they came home after a night out and started fighting about who was better at darts. I thought they were joking but it got pretty heated. Doors were slammed.
I've been hearing Don't Stop Believing by Journey every morning at least twice for about a month now
"They warned me about you! I never should've married you!" - my 60yo neighbours.
And recently a heated argument between different neighbours adult kids. The son had caught his son (5yo) playing doctor with his sister's daughter 4yo). They argued very loudly about it in their back garden... which is completely surrounded by other houses and apartments. I think at least 30 households could hear it.
Edit: "playing doctor" means getting naked and comparing bits.
All kids do that a a certain age, comparing bits.... it's the adults with their adult minds that flip out over it instead of talking to their kids and get an age appropriate book to have a show and tell. Education is always a better choice than flip out over what the little ones see as a simple show and tell ;)
My ex-neighbors never let their kids leave the house, and preferred to raise bubble children. The older son (12 or 13) was pitifully fragile. One day I heard him crying because he s**t on his own hands
My neighbors had a party at 4am..
They were playing Gangnam Style and some very bad Country Music.
lol, you gotta love Gangnam Style.... the bad country music however...
Back when I was starting to learn the violin and still sounded like a duck in pain, I lived in a cheap apartment next to a preacher and his family. I happened to be practicing one day and they responded by turning up their TV louder and louder.
When this failed to drown me out, I heard: “Oh, Lord that art in Heaven, may you use your divine mercy to cast out the evil spirits that doth make that hellish noise like a billion damned souls.” When that failed, the guy’s wife went right up to the wall and yelled: “WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS, KNOCK IT OFF!!”
"Everyone in my family thinks you're gay!"
"I am though?"
"Well we haven't told them yet, so tone it down a bit."
Well the whole neighborhood knows now so no need to tone it down a bit anymore!!
"You're only with me for the crack!" - My next door neighbours
Edit: Guys, they're not Irish. They're white trash Dartmouth folk in Nova Scotia
Oh boy. My old neighbors were the absolute worst. They're apartment was behind mine so we shared a bedroom wall. Loud sex as well as full on fights at 4am. I heard the entire breakup. She told him to just leave, and he did. She wasn't expecting that I guess and spent the next several hours sobbing and yelling "why are you doing this to me". She also called him about 40 times with no reply. Then got to hear all her rebounds, one of which came over around 2am and couldn't keep it up which led to her yelling at him. That didn't stop them though. They kept trying for hours and when we knocked on the wall they f*****g knocked back. B***h!!!! I have a job to get to in 3 hours! God I hated her. Another time I overheard her almost overdose in the bathroom, the bf called her parents who called an ambulance. When her bf left she also stopped taking care of her dog, so she would just take it right outside her front door to s**t and never cleaned it up. I don't even know her name but I know more about her personal life than probably most of her friends do.
That's the definition of a nightmare of a neighbour. Gosh, and I thought the narcissistic psychopath I have living next door to mine was bad!
Late at night I used to tap on my windowsill while I waited for the sun to come up. One day I heard a faint tap return, after testing it a few times me and my neighbor had a tapping conversation back and forth for around 20 mins. It was wholesome and helped me actually sleep instead of tossing and turning until sunrise.
This is so good you got distracted from your thoughts and was able to sleep. It really can be even the smallest gesture that can make the biggest impact.
Yesterday when I was taking a s**t my neighbor was blasting classical music on full volume. It was the most majestic and relaxing s**t I've taken in a long time
“Yeah girl, you know you want this d**k”
My college roommate. 3 kids later it’s apparent she did, in fact, want it.
my old neighbour was a cam girl and I could hear absolutely everything she said in every single session for a good 4 months. pretty much learned the names of her clients. I work from home and it was always a gamble whenever I had to meet with someone virtually.
At least you always had meetings that could be treated with a surprise act ;)
My upstairs neighbor, was having a swingers party...with the windows open so everyone could hear. So me and my ex yelled things like "PULL HER HAIR!" and "SLAP THAT A*S!" to laughter from upstairs.
The next morning, we received a note on our door. It said we were both cordially invited to next weeks swingers party.
A quick look at the guests leaving later that day, made our decision for us...
There were a lot of dirty hippies in that group.
My friends boyfriend doing Ace Ventura and Austin Powers impressions to make her laugh
My downstairs neighbor is a fit, active, and energetic woman in her mid 60's who looks like she's in her late 40's. She masturbates at almost any hour of the day, a few times a week, which normally would be fine, but she cries when she does it. She cries, moans, and calls out to God. It is incredibly strange and it's the worst when it wakes me up at 3am.
I bet she grew up in the "masterbation will get you sent to hell" era.
My landlord f****n his wife couple of times per week, she screamed like a pornstar. They were on the first floor and I was on the second one, sometimes if I'd walk above their bedroom and they heard it they'd stop for a couple of second and go right back to boner town after.
Edit: Forgot something.
So yeah we were 3 guys living in the appartement and we'd often invite some girls over (friends) to have dinner and drinks but we would usually stay up pretty late and it would be in the middle of the week, pretty much once a week. They were the kind of girls who laugh/talk pretty loud, and our landlord asked us if we were having orgies, he wasn't even kidding. Didn't know how to respond to that, so we just laughed it off and kept him wondering.
Heheh" boner town". Reminds me of my favourite euphemism for sex: "Taking a trip to the Bone Zone."
Heard my neighbors having sex when I lived in my previous apartment. Our bedrooms shared a wall.
This in itself is not unusual. It was like “give me your f*****g baby! Make me pregnant, daddy!!” waking me up at 2 am that killed my soul.
Heard the couple next door arguing. The wife was furious because she realized he had been cheating on her after she found out she had chlamydia. He tried to convince her that she must have been the unfaithful one. She still lives there. He doesn't.
When I was young, around 10 years old, I remember sitting in my parents room with my dad. We lived on a college campus and both heard, very clearly, a woman in the apartment next door getting the absolute c**p beat out of her by a man. The next day we saw detectives (not just regular police) outside the apartment. I told my day we should say something and he let me know that he didn't want to get involved. It still haunts me to this day 20 years later.
I am sorry that your dad was a coward and couldn't step up to help this poor woman. I hope you learned to be the one that does get involved and would help a victim out. Nowadays, people seem to not have backbones to stand up and do the right thing and support each other however they can. We have to stand together and help one another! This world is getting crazier by the minute and us sane (well mostly sane) folks need to be supportive and help our neighbors, family, and friends.
An ex girlfriend as I lived in an apartment with upstairs neighbors would yell and scream at each other on a constant basis. It came to a head when the woman started beating their dog. We heard the poor dog yipping and howling and ended up calling the cops and they had their dog taken away.
We also took in a kitten that they had that showed up at our door with its whiskers cut off and a cigarette burn on its head. The woman showed up at our door demanding her kitten back, and backed down when we threatened to call the cops again. These people were not winners.
They ended up being served an eviction notice eventually, squatted there anyway, and were arrested. I have no idea what happened to them after that.
I’ve heard and *felt* the neighbors upstairs having sex.
And apparently they like to rearrange the furniture at least twice a week.
I lived next to a guy who took care of his disabled girlfriend. She stayed home with a nurse while he worked to support them and pay for her healthcare. Everyone really admired him for it. He used to get drunk and tell her that if she doesn’t start putting out he’s gonna throw her a*s out.
Dude listening to country roads on loop for like 4 hours at like 2 in the morning
You know, that might sound bad but compared to what happened here... Not even nextdoor neighbours, but 2 blocks next street neighbours were having a party, playing the same rave-tune over and over again. All their neighbours were scared of them as they were the biggest coke dealers in the street. Now, I really do appreaciate my sleep, especially in the middle of he night, so put on a jacket, walked to their house and after ringing their doorbell and knocking for sometime, the door finally opened. I asked them politely to turn the volume down please, because everybody in a radius of 150 metres could hear them and most of them actually had kids or had to get to work next day... They off course said yes, we'll turn it down, no problem at all and sorry... Wasn't even back at my house when the volume was turned up again, so I called the cops. After that the music not only got turned down, within a few weeks they also got evicted and it was quiet again ;)
In an old apartment I overheard my neighbors having sex. At one point the woman screamed out some other guy’s name (probably her side guy?). My roommate yelled through the wall “you f****d up now”. She moved out later that week.
Child abuse...beatings and horrific name calling! The police dgaf, they won't even send an investigation unless i actually "see something" but it's just the sounds of smacking, screams and sobbing through a wall
1. lots of f*****g
2. my presumably constipated neighbor trying to poop, aka 5 min of grunting and heavy breathing
3. someone snoring like what I can only describe as a diesel truck revving its engine
4. a little girl practicing playing what I think was a violin every night for a while
5. someone blasting middle eastern music. I shazamed it and the song is called "mundian to bach ke"
6. what sounded like a woman forcing herself to puke, with lots of crying. IDK if she had food poisoning, or was bulimic or what.
Edit: Apparently the song is Indian, not middle eastern. I honestly had no idea.
I used to live in a sketchy building and my landlord lived right underneath me. My landlord was a weird guy and there were all kinds of rumors about him the whole time i lived there, but i just tried to chalk it up to gossip. There were a ton of homeless people in the neighborhood, which was fine, they were just part of the neighborhood and anyone who lived there knew them. A lot of days they would hang out on our front stoop, and no one really cared or made an issue out of it. Anyway, i would often hear knocks that sounded like they were coming from the windows, not the front door. I would try to run over and catch whoever it was but could never catch anyone in time.
So one night i hear the knocking while im in bed and it sounds like its from the window right under me to my left so i look down real quick, see one of the regular homeless guys in the neighborhood, and see my landlord open up the door and let him in. So I lay there listening wondering wtf is going on, and as clear as day I hear the homeless guy say to my landlord "I need something to eat. I was just wondering if you needed a back rub or something." That's when I realized all the rumors I had heard about my landlord and tried to brush off were actually true.
Domestic violence.
Once heard the methhead downstairs neighbor being strangled by her methhead boyfriend. Woke up at 3 AM to thumping on the walls and heard choking noises, then a squeaker “stop! I can’t breathe!” Followed by more choking noises.
I called the cops immediately and they showed up like 2 minutes later. Arrested the guy for battery, possession, and paraphernalia. Because I requested a follow up phone call I was told at about 5:00 AM that she put in for an order of protection against him and I shouldn’t have to worry about his BS anymore.
Saw him again going back into that apartment about 2 weeks later.
The neighbor (probably 55, but looked 70) cursed me out a month or so later after she figured out it was me they called the cops. I guess she preferred death to not having her meth-friend around.
So judgmental! Evidently she wasn't strong enough mentally and possibly financially to end the cycle of abuse. There are many reasons why we can't leave our abusers. Yes she was a meth addict and I am guessing that she was self medicating too. I am also guessing that once he got out of jail and went back home, he either promised he would never do it again or beat her so badly that she was scared to death. If you don't understand, google the cycle of abuse. Learn the whys and stop being so damn judgmental all the time. It's not as easy as you think it is to just leave.
Couple arguing next door. Man was screaming “YOU AINT NO VIRGIN EITHER”. In his very west Tennessee accent 🤣
My neighbor's kid has a god damn recorder.
Enough said.
Could be worse… a trumpet or a violin (edited to add, my family members play both, so I know first hand)
My neighbor across the hall (middle aged man) blasts Rihanna and argues on the phone, and my old neighbor below me snored. Not complaining though, when you live in an apartment building you’re going to hear other people. The only time I got annoyed with hearing my neighbors was when someone was trying to play Christmas songs on a trumpet. I hate Christmas songs, so hearing someone struggling on a trumpet gets real annoying, real fast.
The mother screaming at her eldest son.
“Why don’t you love me?”
“You never do anything around here!”
“You don’t love your siblings”
“You’re horrible (name)”
“*inaudible wailing*”
So that’s fun
That sounds a bit worse than what happens at my house, don’t like the sound of the first bit tho
So many things.
1. Dude downstairs tried to learn Eric Clapton's Tears in Heaven for months but could only play the first three notes.
2. Upstairs neighbour playing the organ. I knew him so if I heard him I'd text him song requests.
3. Different downstairs neighbour used to have long loud weekday parties. We told them to STFU around 11pm and they did, until they started again at 3am. Called the cops and had a good time listening through the floorboards to them bullshitting and trying to defend themselves.
4. The best one: the exploits of the neighbour's four year old son. Most mornings he was happy, but some mornings he had meltdowns. He was very good at yelling "I don't want to", and by the sounds of it there were a lot of things he didn't want to do, but the rest of his sentences were lost to whining and crying. I got to hear about the theme he wanted for his next birthday party and how his hand now smelled like poop because he accidentally touched his b******e. One morning he was super happy to go to preschool and then he had a meltdown and didn't want to go anymore because he got his sock wet. Great kid.
I could hear my neighbor fart and when her phone went off on vibrate. It was like having roommates I couldn’t see.
My neighbor has a daughter that “plays” the violin. Let me tell you, she sucks.
I lived on the second of three floors. Below me, there was a couple who scheduled their fights for Saturday night. You could hear the female absolutely berating the male, saying how he looked at another girl while they were out or something like that, and he would do nothing but resignedly respond in a monotone voice. I couldn't hear his side- it was very much like the teacher in Charlie Brown. Then, the morning after, without fail, they would have crazy loud makeup sex.
Above me was a drummer. Now I wouldn't mind it, except he practiced early and late, and never really got any better. It was painful. Luckily he was kicked out, and the punching bag guy took his place! At least he kept a consistent beat... Even when it shook my entire apartment.
My roommate talking to himself. I sometimes laughed quietly at his jokes.
Edit: Since y'all are asking. They're not really "jokes", but just random, silly things he said.
In our old apartment our upstairs neighbor had extremely loud, theatrically enthusiastic sex in the middle of the day. The puzzle was that he would stop in the middle and we’d hear him walk to where the bathroom is, stay there for a minute or two and then walk back and resume in the bedroom. It was the same pattern every time. We could never figure out what that was all about. Any ideas welcomed.
My University accommodation had paper thin walls, you could hear people having sex 5 doors down, and I could hear my friends music from even further away.
I lived in an apartment where the kids next door would begin kicking and banging on the walls and making all kind of noise on any given day starting at around 6-7 AM and continuing for hours. I eventually came to find out that their mother would lock them in a bedroom and leave for hours on end to do god knows what.
My neighbor has a lot of cats.
If anyone who's encountered cats before, you know that when they're in heat, they tend to make these god awful f*****g screeching noises. It sounds like something out of a horror movie. One night I was sleeping after working a 16-hour shift only to hear that s**t coming from the other side of my bedroom wall. I almost called the police.
Fun fact, male cats have barbs on their equipment, just like on their tongues. Female cats are induced ovulators, the trauma of the act causes them to ovulate, so it's nearly guaranteed they'll get pregnant every time. And also explains the shrieking.
The people above me bang at exactly 1pm every day. I’m not here then most days, but when I am it sucks. They have the squeakiest bed ever and it so loud it sounds like it’s in my room, our whole apartment can hear it. They really to invest in a better bed frame or whatever
Get some WD-40 and set it in a bag next to their door so they will see when they open the door up. They will get the hint real fast!
Whilst at uni we lived next door to a 40 something year old guy who lived with his elderly mother. One time I was home alone studying and heard him play and sing a very aggressive version of the 60s Batman theme tune.
My old roommate's bedroom was right next to mine and I could hear him playing video games all the time. He was always playing with his friend online named Fred. It wasn't until maybe a month later that I found out that Fred was short for Frederica and she was from Europe. It just kind of blew my mind.
I don't get what's there to blow mind about. Females do play video games and they can be just as amazing or bad as any male player. That said there are just as many or more catfish so be careful online. (Not sure if I should use girl/boy or male/female, I am trying to make this comment that reflect range of age groups)
Well I hear my neighbors having sex quite often but a few weeks ago I literally heard a full on divorce
I heard the couple that used to live next door go through divorce. Their yelling got progressively worse until I realized that their relationship really wasn´t healty. Once she mentioned that they had split up and that she was moving I was like "Yeah I know"
I don’t really have thin walls but my neighbor and his girlfriend have no concept of “inside voices” so I can hear everything they say. It makes me so miserable because he’s such an annoying a*****e.
One of my ex-gf's was hard of hearing. From time to time she's get a little loud and I would tell her, "Please use your inside voice." and it usually worked. One time she was on the phone with her deadbeat dad and the conversation started to get heated. At one point, I looked at her and quietly said, "Inside voices. Inside voices." to let her know she was getting a bit loud and to try to get her a bit calmer. At that point, she turned her head, looked me dead in my eyes and yelled, "I DON'T HAVE AN INSIDE VOICE!!!" From that point on, "inside voices" became an inside joke.
I haven't heard much, but my neighbors probably hear me singing and making noise. God bless them for not saying anything.
Lived next door to an elderly couple. Woman was complaining -at 2am- that she needed ginger ale because her doctor told her to drink it and he had to go buy some.
7 year old me doing the same remembering I need a costume for school tomorrow
Not quite what I've heard but more once I realized my previous apartment had very thin walls my roommate and I would just yell at each other from our respective rooms if we needed something. It was great, no one had to leave bed.
Best part of having thin walls. Me and my best friend did this when we shared an apartment. Her: Are you awake? Me: no! Her: dirty breakfast?!! (sausage roll and redbull from bakery down the road) Me: yes please
Everything that goes on in the parking lot. Sounds like I have a window open even though I don't. People blaring music. Car alarms going off. Just s**t like that, and it keeps me up all night.
This isn't necessarily what i overheard (both me and my mother were out of town when it happened, she was coming home when it happened & I was down south visiting my dad for Christmas) but about eleven years ago when I was like six , some kid who snuck into our apartment building shot and killed a cop right in front of our apartment door. The dude was sneaking into his gfs apartment because her parents weren't home & the cop asked him if he lived there. The kid lied and im guessing the officer found out so there was a bit of a scuffle. At one point or another the kid got ahold of the cops gun and shot him while he was down after falling down the stairs. When my mom got home our door was broken into due to the officers looking for the guy. They tracked in brains into our house apparently so that's fun. The shittiest part tho was this little scarecrow I had outside our door that my mom had to throw away, it was drenched in blood and brain matter. This also happened right after Christmas so it was probably extra traumatic for both the victim & the shooters family.
I don't even live in a dangerous part of metro Detroit (I live in the suburbs) so it was really shocking. The officers at the police station where the cop was from come & light candles with his badge number every year on the anniversary. I'm almost eighteen now and I think about that cop every time i walk in the communal hallway.
If you want to learn more, just Google it. I'm sure many articles will pop up, it was highly covered in Michigan/the rest of the country.
Edit: it wasn't a Detroit PD officer, it was the local police department (might have actually been a state officer because I live right next to their station). I'd link an article but I'd rather people find things on their own for my own privacy as I still live in the same building as I did ten years ago
My 300 lb neighbors ploughing like Girzzly bears
"ploughing" should be "plowing." And, for those for who English is a second language, "plowing" means sex.
Some of these were really dark, so I'll tell a funny story. When guitar hero was a new thing, the upstairs neighbor played it several times a week. Always made the same mistake in a certain song. We started cheering him on. You can do it, you can do it! and then, awww again? We also had that game and somehow we drifted into an epic guitar hero battle where one played a song and the other played the same song after that. It's a pity that we moved, or it's good if you think about other neighbors.
Briefly lived above a gay sex worker who specialised in S&M. Thought the building was pretty soundproofed before he moved in - never heard anyone prior to his arrival. He moved out shortly after police were called when neighbours from two floors down (!!!) mistook the extremely loud consensual choking and gagging for non-consensual choking and gagging.
Better a false alarm with the consensual stuff than leave a non-consensual event unreported though. Still poor guy, can't imagine that was fun to explain to the cops.
Load More Replies... 1) In Seattle at one point, I was working graveyard shift so my sleep schedule was 47 flavors of back asswards. Went to a Mariners game one night so I was off work. Still, I was up all night. At about 530am, I heard what sounded like someone talking on a cellphone right outside our apartment. You know when you can totally hear someone talking but for the life of you you can't figure out what they are saying? That's what was going on. Then I thought I heard the word "fire". So I jumped up off the sofa and ran outside. My neighbor who lived 2 floors directly above me was on the phone with (what I later found out was) 911. I asked him if there was a fire and he pointed up to his place. All I could see was an orange light in the window. I quickly ran back inside, woke up my GF and told her to throw some clothes on, grab her purse and get the f*ck out. Having just been woke up, she didn't quite get it. I told her the building was on fire and she needed to go. At that point I went to...
2) ...the back stairwell and ran upstairs. I was pounding on each door on the way up and yelling to folks to wake up and get out because the building was on fire. When I got to the top floor (3), the hall was full of smoke. I pounded as hard as I could for about 10 seconds on that door then headed back down, hitting all the doors again. Everyone made it out okay and the damage beyond that third floor was minimal. Everyone in the other apartments was sound asleep. They were all very thankful when all was said and done.
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I used to have really loud neighbors that I could either overhear arguing or having make up relations. One day they were being extra loud making up (lots of thigh slapping, moaning, etc) and I don't know what came over me, but I screamed "Could you have sex a little quieter please!" at the top of my lungs. Things got really quiet for a beat, followed by him asking her to continue, to which she said she didn't want to because she had an audience. Couldn't help howling in laughter at the blissful quiet.
Neighbors go out drinking regularly, and 9/10 times come home fighting. The best one yet: Wife: In a sing-song/naggy voice, "TURTLE MAAAN, TUUUURTLE MAAAN!!!—That's how you F*CK me, like a TURTLE!!" I'm not sure if it's because slow and steady wins the race, or...have you ever seen that video of the sound male turtles make while mating? My boyfriend and I obviously assume the latter. "Heeeeeee"
Last place my husband and I lived in, the walls had to have been like tissue paper. One time, I woke up to our neighbor SNORING (I think his bed was right against the same wall as ours). Another neighbor (same wall, different people) once kept coughing and hacking at 3am, waking me and my husband up. I understand being sick but when I was NOT in such an understanding mood after being woken up over and over. I finally screamed out "WILL YOU TAKE A F*&^%ING COUGH DROP?!?!" My husband was shocked and said "you know they can't help that!" But lo and behold, the coughing stopped and didn't happen the rest of the night, so either they could or they found their cough drops. I learned way too late in life to invest in ear plugs.
A Neighbour of mine fell asleep after what can only be described as a drunken/dope binge and he had REM Everybody hurts stuck on a loop.. We had to get the Fire Brigade to bash down his door as we thought he was hurt. Turns out he really was doped out of his mind, the Police turned up and carried a huge tree trunk out of his house with Marijuana plants growing in the hollowed out centre. It was supposed to be a nice neighbourhood lol
Glad to hear a lot of these neighbors enjoy hearing singing. I’m a singer and musician, highly trained and quite good if I can say so. I’m otherwise not loud and verrrry respectful of the hours in which I practice. I always hope that it’s not minded. And a little part of me would also love to know if my singing/playing brings my neighbors some joy.
Our first apartment as a married couple was essentially a married dorm for the University my husband attended. The people living above us would throw loud parties until the early morning hours or have incredibly loud sex. The absolute worst was when they went out of town for the weekend... And "forgot" to turn their alarm off.
My mom's house is in a rural area, so the neighbors have to be pretty loud to hear them. One night when I was visiting I heard her neighbors yelling at each other. The only part I clearly heard was: "Stop yelling at me!" "I'M NOT YELLING!!"
Remembered another one... My granddad, a tall man of plus 6 ft and strong, would snuggle up to my grandma, just a little over 5ft, and just when she thought she could safely snuggle up to him, he'd hold her, cover het head with the sheet and blankets and rip one so foul.... While she was "fighting" for her dear life, he just heald her really tight telling her "This works wonders for your curls." and indeed, she had the most lovely curls ever and .... She would snort every time she'd tell me that story XD
I once lived in an apartment where the guy who lived directly above me would start walking laps around his unit. I secretly called him *Clompy" because his tread was so heavy.
My husband lived in a condo before we married. He has a doctorate in pipe organ and piano performance and owns a baby grand. At the time he was practicing 3-4 hours a day. I found out all his neighbors would go sit out on their balconies, drink some wine, and listen. Free concerts. At church the secretaries come sit on the hall benches when they are able to listen too.
I lived in a Victorian Townhouse in England that had been converted into 2 apartments. I was in Grad school (at 40 years old) my upstairs neighbors were in their 20s and DJs. I got along great with them except when they got high and would party until 4am. Unable to hear me pounding on the door to turn the music down I usually had to wait until the next morning and scold them. One night my neighbor's brother wandered into my flat about 2am, found his way into my bathroom and peed on the floor. He was visiting from London and got totally disoriented in his drunken/sleepy stupor and thought he was home. Apparently at home his bathroom was downstairs, hence the reason he ended up at mine. I got a HUGE box of chocolates as an apology.
Some of these were really dark, so I'll tell a funny story. When guitar hero was a new thing, the upstairs neighbor played it several times a week. Always made the same mistake in a certain song. We started cheering him on. You can do it, you can do it! and then, awww again? We also had that game and somehow we drifted into an epic guitar hero battle where one played a song and the other played the same song after that. It's a pity that we moved, or it's good if you think about other neighbors.
Briefly lived above a gay sex worker who specialised in S&M. Thought the building was pretty soundproofed before he moved in - never heard anyone prior to his arrival. He moved out shortly after police were called when neighbours from two floors down (!!!) mistook the extremely loud consensual choking and gagging for non-consensual choking and gagging.
Better a false alarm with the consensual stuff than leave a non-consensual event unreported though. Still poor guy, can't imagine that was fun to explain to the cops.
Load More Replies... 1) In Seattle at one point, I was working graveyard shift so my sleep schedule was 47 flavors of back asswards. Went to a Mariners game one night so I was off work. Still, I was up all night. At about 530am, I heard what sounded like someone talking on a cellphone right outside our apartment. You know when you can totally hear someone talking but for the life of you you can't figure out what they are saying? That's what was going on. Then I thought I heard the word "fire". So I jumped up off the sofa and ran outside. My neighbor who lived 2 floors directly above me was on the phone with (what I later found out was) 911. I asked him if there was a fire and he pointed up to his place. All I could see was an orange light in the window. I quickly ran back inside, woke up my GF and told her to throw some clothes on, grab her purse and get the f*ck out. Having just been woke up, she didn't quite get it. I told her the building was on fire and she needed to go. At that point I went to...
2) ...the back stairwell and ran upstairs. I was pounding on each door on the way up and yelling to folks to wake up and get out because the building was on fire. When I got to the top floor (3), the hall was full of smoke. I pounded as hard as I could for about 10 seconds on that door then headed back down, hitting all the doors again. Everyone made it out okay and the damage beyond that third floor was minimal. Everyone in the other apartments was sound asleep. They were all very thankful when all was said and done.
Load More Replies... I used to have really loud neighbors that I could either overhear arguing or having make up relations. One day they were being extra loud making up (lots of thigh slapping, moaning, etc) and I don't know what came over me, but I screamed "Could you have sex a little quieter please!" at the top of my lungs. Things got really quiet for a beat, followed by him asking her to continue, to which she said she didn't want to because she had an audience. Couldn't help howling in laughter at the blissful quiet.
Neighbors go out drinking regularly, and 9/10 times come home fighting. The best one yet: Wife: In a sing-song/naggy voice, "TURTLE MAAAN, TUUUURTLE MAAAN!!!—That's how you F*CK me, like a TURTLE!!" I'm not sure if it's because slow and steady wins the race, or...have you ever seen that video of the sound male turtles make while mating? My boyfriend and I obviously assume the latter. "Heeeeeee"
Last place my husband and I lived in, the walls had to have been like tissue paper. One time, I woke up to our neighbor SNORING (I think his bed was right against the same wall as ours). Another neighbor (same wall, different people) once kept coughing and hacking at 3am, waking me and my husband up. I understand being sick but when I was NOT in such an understanding mood after being woken up over and over. I finally screamed out "WILL YOU TAKE A F*&^%ING COUGH DROP?!?!" My husband was shocked and said "you know they can't help that!" But lo and behold, the coughing stopped and didn't happen the rest of the night, so either they could or they found their cough drops. I learned way too late in life to invest in ear plugs.
A Neighbour of mine fell asleep after what can only be described as a drunken/dope binge and he had REM Everybody hurts stuck on a loop.. We had to get the Fire Brigade to bash down his door as we thought he was hurt. Turns out he really was doped out of his mind, the Police turned up and carried a huge tree trunk out of his house with Marijuana plants growing in the hollowed out centre. It was supposed to be a nice neighbourhood lol
Glad to hear a lot of these neighbors enjoy hearing singing. I’m a singer and musician, highly trained and quite good if I can say so. I’m otherwise not loud and verrrry respectful of the hours in which I practice. I always hope that it’s not minded. And a little part of me would also love to know if my singing/playing brings my neighbors some joy.
Our first apartment as a married couple was essentially a married dorm for the University my husband attended. The people living above us would throw loud parties until the early morning hours or have incredibly loud sex. The absolute worst was when they went out of town for the weekend... And "forgot" to turn their alarm off.
My mom's house is in a rural area, so the neighbors have to be pretty loud to hear them. One night when I was visiting I heard her neighbors yelling at each other. The only part I clearly heard was: "Stop yelling at me!" "I'M NOT YELLING!!"
Remembered another one... My granddad, a tall man of plus 6 ft and strong, would snuggle up to my grandma, just a little over 5ft, and just when she thought she could safely snuggle up to him, he'd hold her, cover het head with the sheet and blankets and rip one so foul.... While she was "fighting" for her dear life, he just heald her really tight telling her "This works wonders for your curls." and indeed, she had the most lovely curls ever and .... She would snort every time she'd tell me that story XD
I once lived in an apartment where the guy who lived directly above me would start walking laps around his unit. I secretly called him *Clompy" because his tread was so heavy.
My husband lived in a condo before we married. He has a doctorate in pipe organ and piano performance and owns a baby grand. At the time he was practicing 3-4 hours a day. I found out all his neighbors would go sit out on their balconies, drink some wine, and listen. Free concerts. At church the secretaries come sit on the hall benches when they are able to listen too.
I lived in a Victorian Townhouse in England that had been converted into 2 apartments. I was in Grad school (at 40 years old) my upstairs neighbors were in their 20s and DJs. I got along great with them except when they got high and would party until 4am. Unable to hear me pounding on the door to turn the music down I usually had to wait until the next morning and scold them. One night my neighbor's brother wandered into my flat about 2am, found his way into my bathroom and peed on the floor. He was visiting from London and got totally disoriented in his drunken/sleepy stupor and thought he was home. Apparently at home his bathroom was downstairs, hence the reason he ended up at mine. I got a HUGE box of chocolates as an apology.
