A crazy Karen living below us is constantly making false noise complaints about me and my boyfriend,

claiming that we're screaming at each other and throwing things around our apartment on a daily

basis. But after dealing with this for several months, as well as complaining to the property

manager herself, me and my boyfriend have found no relief from this crazy Karen, and we are

seriously now at our breaking point. Here's what

happened. So last July, my boyfriend and I moved into a second-story apartment in a complex.

All was fine until about two weeks in when I got a call from the office about a noise complaint

from my downstairs neighbor. I've never received a noise complaint in my life, so I'm kind of

taken aback. The office manager at the time tells me that

my downstairs neighbor didn't give any information about what the noises she heard were, or what time

they occurred or anything like that. So I think to myself, whatever, I'm just going to try and move on

with my life. That is, until mid-September. I'm trying to dye my hair at about 10 o'clock p.m. And my boyfriend goes to grab

something for me from another room. He moves my desk chair to the side, and then suddenly we hear a

banging noise. And we come to find out that the downstairs neighbor was actually banging a broomstick

on her ceiling, which is my floor, just so she could try and make a shut up. Now, this obviously

annoys us, but we just let it go. I finish up

my hair and then we go to bed. Except this continues for several weeks. If we drop something, we hear a

banging noise. If we walk across our apartment or if we sit down too hard, or if the desk chair

rolls across the hardwood floor, we hear her banging on her ceiling. In early November, my boyfriend

catches COVID and stays home for a few days.

One night, he gets up to get some medicine and he accidentally drops the bottle. The next day,

we were visited by two staff members from the office about another noise complaint, stating that

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