Pretty Smart Chic's Profile

ETA: Sorry I meant BENHULSCHER. Mild dyslexia

I lived in a stylish new building with a good floor plan and plenty of space... but thin walls. When moving in I heard muffled conversations between two neighbors in their bedroom. One night they were playing music around 11:30 p.m. and I gently knocked saying, "Is that your music I can hear? You're typically good neighbors so I'm not sure but if so can you bump it down a little." They were kind, turned it down/off... and I never a problem since. Street noise was highly audible (with windows closed) so I decided not to pick on every little thing. But these good neighbors got engaged and moved.

The family who moved in made me move out. A little girl, 3 or 4 yo, would scream bloody murder for an hour and then kick, bang, and beat on the the walls every single morning around 6 a.m. She would should, "Don't close the door. Daddy open the door. Nooooo daddy." I thought she was being abused for a while and notified my management that I would be calling the police (thought she was being beat locked in a closet).

The family had a smaller toddler who wailed occasionally, and dad would wail back and sing nursery rhymes loudly to the kids who would tap the walls in harmony. All this constant noise scared my 10-year old nephew who vowed to never spend the night again because it sounded like a "murderer next door."

And wasn't just in the apartment! Every morning after screaming for an hour inside the apartment the daughter would scream in the hallways as they took the elevator. I had surgery, couldn't sleep -- even on Oxy. I had filed complaints, called the appropriate people, and finally knocked on the door. Dad said he was having daughter evaluated and he was "miserable too". Really?

BUT IN TWO MONTHS A NEW BABY CAME... plus the mother-in-law (this is only a 2-BR unit). The new infant cried during random times, as infants do, but was profoundly quieter than anyone else in the apartment.

Needless to say, I moved... to the other side of the country. I loved the sound of children playing and living life before they moved in but afterwards, sound of children's voices gave me chills for a while. It was like water torture.