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Nightmare. Neighbors.

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This first one comes from shitty Monday morning.

Of course.

This is more of a funny story than a

neighbour from hell. But in our apartment, we kept hearing massive bass. Think like a rhythm game,

starting at 6pm to sometimes going on to 11pm, and it sounded like it was localised right

above our bedroom. Finally, one night I go up and bang on the the door but they don't answer. About an hour later

I hear moving around in the apartment above me so I walk out hoping to catch them on the stairs or so

I can knock on the door again. I go out and he's walking down the stairs when he sees me. He asks if I can

turn down the base so he can sleep. It was like the Spider-Man meme where we were just pointing at each other.

I told him, I thought it was him this entire time.

So after he realized it was neither of us, we walked together and found the noise coming from a building two buildings down.

And it turned out the dude had a drum set in his closet and he was rocking out every night.

Since we talked to him, we can hear it, but he always stops around 8pm now.

So it could have been way worse if the guy was a dick.

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