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laughed so loud, that
the flat grew cold. The woman shivered and went to turn on the central heating.
The boiler kicked in and the water gurgled around the pipework. Soon, we
would be rid of these horrible people for ever. I raised myself through the
ceiling and back up to Panda’s flat. She was attempting to read a book amidst
all the banging. I sat on her sofa, and kept her company as the night drew on.
As the banging continued throughout the night, Panda became more and more
agitated. After a few hours, she left the flat. Where she went I didn’t know,
but as soon as she left the main entrance, the banging stopped. I scowled. Your harassment days will soon be over. I stayed for the night, watching
and waiting. Panda didn’t return until the early morning. I could only guess
she had had enough and went over to a friends for some peace and quiet. To
be driven out of your own home because of them, but not for much longer. The banging had stopped about midnight, when the couple had decided to finally
go to bed. The cat didn’t seem too bothered, and had curled up next to me and
slept. Panda got in, closed her door as any normal person would and went about
getting breakfast for herself and her cat.
I sunk through the floor and
back into the neighbours from hells flat. There was no movement or sound. I
headed for their bedroom, and found the couple still sleeping, deeply. Leaning
over them I reached for the faces, brushing my hands across them. They lay
still, no reaction. I wasn’t sure how long it would take for the fumes to
do their job, but I knew that it could be quick. I did a quick check in the
kitchen and other rooms, and made sure all the vents were closed off. Most of
the vents had the old open and shut slider; the bathroom had a permanently open
one. Old flats and homes are not up to standards nowadays. I headed back
to Panda’s flat. It would only be a matter of time before the silence would be
noticed by her, and who knew how long after that before the bodies would be
found. Hopping into her PC, I grabbed the line back home, where I could
relay to Michael what I had done.
Minutes later, I reappeared
back in my old living room. There was no sign of Steve or Michael anywhere, so
I hopped onto the laptop, and decided to read up on some more neighbours from
hell problems.
Mayhem Madness
I decided to take on this next
neighbour from hell because of the unbelievable way the lady and her family had
been treated, not only by the neighbours but by the authorities as well. To
think that this sort of thing goes on behind the scenes outraged me. No one on
the forum could believe how many times this lady was ignored, fobbed off and
ultimately had her case dragged out for so long, one of her family members has
now ended up in hospital.
For four and a half years,
this family has suffered from abuse, harassment, door slamming, banging on
walls, housework being done at midnight, moving furniture around overnight,
their children being out of control and also being rude, abusive and damaging
their car and property.
The housing association that
is responsible have dragged the situation out for so long, that the lady has
had to go ahead with legal action against the neighbour and the housing
association involved and pay for her own solicitor. The housing association has
also been making remarks on their Facebook page, and she quoted this made by
one their officers:
“…will be glad for the extra days off because she is sick
of people complaining and moaning about situations they had got involved in or
they had created themselves….” I fumed. Victims of neighbours from hell do
not create the situation. We complain about a problem already there! The
same housing officer then also wrote, “…. A day of people pissing me off with
their shit attitudes, a large drink and put it to bed cos I’m better than
them…” These sort of comments by
the flat grew cold. The woman shivered and went to turn on the central heating.
The boiler kicked in and the water gurgled around the pipework. Soon, we
would be rid of these horrible people for ever. I raised myself through the
ceiling and back up to Panda’s flat. She was attempting to read a book amidst
all the banging. I sat on her sofa, and kept her company as the night drew on.
As the banging continued throughout the night, Panda became more and more
agitated. After a few hours, she left the flat. Where she went I didn’t know,
but as soon as she left the main entrance, the banging stopped. I scowled. Your harassment days will soon be over. I stayed for the night, watching
and waiting. Panda didn’t return until the early morning. I could only guess
she had had enough and went over to a friends for some peace and quiet. To
be driven out of your own home because of them, but not for much longer. The banging had stopped about midnight, when the couple had decided to finally
go to bed. The cat didn’t seem too bothered, and had curled up next to me and
slept. Panda got in, closed her door as any normal person would and went about
getting breakfast for herself and her cat.
I sunk through the floor and
back into the neighbours from hells flat. There was no movement or sound. I
headed for their bedroom, and found the couple still sleeping, deeply. Leaning
over them I reached for the faces, brushing my hands across them. They lay
still, no reaction. I wasn’t sure how long it would take for the fumes to
do their job, but I knew that it could be quick. I did a quick check in the
kitchen and other rooms, and made sure all the vents were closed off. Most of
the vents had the old open and shut slider; the bathroom had a permanently open
one. Old flats and homes are not up to standards nowadays. I headed back
to Panda’s flat. It would only be a matter of time before the silence would be
noticed by her, and who knew how long after that before the bodies would be
found. Hopping into her PC, I grabbed the line back home, where I could
relay to Michael what I had done.
Minutes later, I reappeared
back in my old living room. There was no sign of Steve or Michael anywhere, so
I hopped onto the laptop, and decided to read up on some more neighbours from
hell problems.
Mayhem Madness
I decided to take on this next
neighbour from hell because of the unbelievable way the lady and her family had
been treated, not only by the neighbours but by the authorities as well. To
think that this sort of thing goes on behind the scenes outraged me. No one on
the forum could believe how many times this lady was ignored, fobbed off and
ultimately had her case dragged out for so long, one of her family members has
now ended up in hospital.
For four and a half years,
this family has suffered from abuse, harassment, door slamming, banging on
walls, housework being done at midnight, moving furniture around overnight,
their children being out of control and also being rude, abusive and damaging
their car and property.
The housing association that
is responsible have dragged the situation out for so long, that the lady has
had to go ahead with legal action against the neighbour and the housing
association involved and pay for her own solicitor. The housing association has
also been making remarks on their Facebook page, and she quoted this made by
one their officers:
“…will be glad for the extra days off because she is sick
of people complaining and moaning about situations they had got involved in or
they had created themselves….” I fumed. Victims of neighbours from hell do
not create the situation. We complain about a problem already there! The
same housing officer then also wrote, “…. A day of people pissing me off with
their shit attitudes, a large drink and put it to bed cos I’m better than
them…” These sort of comments by
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