I live on the second floor of a house in a small studio apartment. The woman below me moved in at the beginning of October and she started giving me problems around Thanksgiving. She has come upstairs no less than five times and asked me to "stop stomping around" as she put it. She says I'm making a lot of noise. I am not. I don't blast loud music, I don't deliberately stomp. I admit the futon I sleep on is a bit squeaky but the noise level I am creating, for someone with healthy, normal sleeping patterns, should not be a problem. I know that this woman was sick so it may have something to do with it. But I cannot keep walking on eggshells for someone else. I am not making excessive noise. I am at my wits' end, as just now she thumped on the wall to let me know I was being too loud (I walked over and flopped down on the futon). This is driving me nuts and I am already dealing with so much other crap. I am thinking about bringing this matter to the landlord, but I'm really not sure what to do. This is making me nuts. I should be able to live my life without being harassed every day. I am not going to be perfectly silent, nor am I going to rearrange my life. Can you tell this is beginning to piss me off? It's been a month of this. I can't stay here if this is how it's gonna be.
I just got the worst downstairs neighbor in the universe, apparently. Ugh.
I just got the worst downstairs neighbor in the universe, apparently. Ugh.