30 Crazy Next-Door Tales That Make It Impossible To Love Thy Neighbor
The Windex War
The woman above us hated our balcony time. She’d douse us with Windex through the floorboards, then vanish. That was just the start. Some of her actions flooded our place, left us with mold, and sent an asthmatic me to the hospital. I’ve got no warmth for her or her sons.
Her place was chaos. There was always screaming and cursing. It’s more than just noise; it’s a whole family’s turmoil spilling over. And through it all, that unmistakable hiss of the spray bottle still echoes, a petty sign of the discord upstairs.
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