Living downstairs from Frankenstein

brooklynpotter wrote: jossleen. in the meantime while you're still there: caulk and spray-foam. hermetically seal your kitchen and bathroom.

Too many cracks. I'm seriously -- the place is falling apart. In the shower there is a WOOD windowsill that is rotting. Behind the toilet are 1/4" thick cracks around the piping. All the doorways have gaps between drywall and doorframe and gaps in the 100s of coats of paint. Cracks in the floors...

Subject: here's a real horror story...

...but first let me say that I wear flip=flops inside the house now. They're comfy, don't constrain the tootsies, spare me stubbing toes or slipping (which I would in socks) and are cheap. I stock up at Old Navy each spring, get a few pairs for like $3 each, so when one gets grubby out it goes.

When we lived on St. Marks between Carleton adn Vanderbilt, in the first place we owned, and where we had our first child, we had the biggest bitch in the world living upstairs. One day our toddler splits his tongue open in childcare and needs emergency oral surgery to sew it back up. He's in shock, he's traumatized and he wakes up with night terrors a few times over the next couple of months. True, he's crying loudly at 1AM, but there's nothing at all we can do about it except wait for the night terror to end (the child is asleep in a dream-state and it's about impossible to wake them up from it). First or second time it happens the bitch upstairs starts pounding with a broomstick on the ceiling. We know he's crying. We're totally stressed about it. She keeps pounding. Then baby goes back to sleep and bitch wakes up at 5 AM just to pound on our heads again. My hubby goes upstairs and knocks on her door, saying baby can't help it. Crappy interior front door gets a hairline crack from him knocking hard on it. She calls the cops! We immediately agree to have the door repaired (would have done it without the cops, too, of course). We get two written estimates, are in the process of hiring one company and arranging the work when she calls cops again and HAS MY HUSBAND ARRESTED! Why? Because bitch got some quote putting the value of the door at two dollars over the level of property damage which puts it in the FELONY category rather than misdemeanor. Bitch knew EXACTLY what she was doing. I'm holding my son, crying, frantically calling all our lawyer friends, who all do tax and environmental-types of law. We find a criminal defense attorney. Husband spends night in the tombs. We go to court and are ordered to mediation. She refuses to participate and EVERY F-ING NIGHT moves furniture around at 4:30AM just to make us miserable. Hubby is eventually cleared. And I WILL NEVER LIVE BELOW ANYONE AGAIN. It's just not worth it.....and get this...the bitch went overseas the next year working with the peace corps. Go figure!

Did you say, "Bitch, please?!"

I feel that was warrented.

ive got an upstairs neighbor story

my upstairs neighbor is for the most part quiet. the floors in my building are kind of old so i can forgive the occasional foot clomping. But for the last 3 weeks or so i have been noticing this humming sound " on top of the buzzing sound that was coming from my DVR. see my other post "

so the humming sound was really getting on my nervous and i was sure it was coming from my upstairs neighbor as i could only hear it in my bedroom and only at night after 10:00 pm. my theory was that my neighbor had a fan or humidifier on the floor in there bedroom.

one day after coming home from the gym i heard my neighbor walking around upstairs and i decided what the hell just go up and ask. so i go upstairs knock on the door, neighbor opens and i explain my theory to her and sure enough she had a humidifier on her bedroom floor that she only turns on at night. she invited me in and very kindly offered to move it up onto her night stand so the sound would not be heard in my room.

problem solved
its nice to know there are still some civilized people left in the world

this is a very interesting question because -i- live on the even side of st johns b/w washington and underhill and have had a similar experience--which is not to say that I think it has anything to do with location, just, you know, coincidence.
i can get beyond the footsounds because i understand that some people like to wear shoes at home and some don't and whatever. The thing that has had me perplexed every time is the moving of the furniture. Who does that?! Are they actually moving furniture? It absolutely sounds like it but, again, who does that? Are there other activities that account for that kind of noise? I don't get it!

As for the footsteps, my hypothesis was always moonboots rather than frankenstein. It could also be goths. Who knows...

nope. third floor.
but here is an update: it is nearly 1am and upstairs has been vacuuming! for about 2 hours! which, of course, involves moving furniture!