My upstairs neighbors seem to like clog dancing at 2am. What would you do?
I complained to the landlord and was unheard, I complained to them and they said “ok” and continued. Several complaints later I threatened to call the cops, it was a proper house party, middle of the week, they were clearly crackheads with no jobs, there was tons of people, alcohol and drugs.
This was their very first night.
Since then we interacted many times, all of them extremely unpleasant. It eventually evolved into a war where I would bang on the ceiling at random times of the night, and I hooked my guitar amp up and blasted music directly into the ceiling all day and all night until they came down and started bitching that all of this was giving them panic attacks. That felt satisfying!
Eventually I managed to get the landlord to agree to evict the fuckers, due later this month, hopefully the leech follows through. We secured a temporary truce but they’ve been getting more and more brazen with their noise levels, I’ve placed the amp back up to the ceiling so it’s ready for the right moment to start blasting.
Some other ideas I had is spam deauthing their WiFi.
It is time for war! Get a floor-shaker!
[…], such gadgets are built around vibrating motors originally designed to run industrial sieves. They come with multiple modes: vibration only, pounding only, or a combination of the two. A fourth option activates both, along with other random sounds including static, persistent knocks, and even piercing shrieks.
The floor-shaker serves one purpose: when installed on the user’s ceiling, the deafening noise it makes is projected into the house above
I have considered exactly this before but held off suspecting that it would bother neighbors below. Looks like it ruins the lives of everyone in the building. Glad I didn’t set one up.
Ah, it’s just collateral damage that everyone will hate you …
When we had the problem, I talked to him and we ended up on very friendly terms. He gave his best to be quite. Wasn’t perfect, but acceptable.
Have you tried talking to them?
I knocked twice. I left a note. They are stomping around above me atm. I might go full Jack Nicholson and break the door down with an ax.
I used to knock on their door and ask nicely and apologetically and they stopped for a while but then resumed :/ It’s not entirely their fault cause the walls were pretty thin but they could have gone somewhere else to hang out with their friends at 3am.
Buy them a nice rug
They’re crows. They are a murder. They do not listen to requests.
People who walk on their heel don’t realize how bassy and thumpy it sounds compared to walking on the flat part of their foot
Entire generations are growing up without playing capture the flag at night
Update: Thanks for the advice. Particularly, they may not realize they are loud. That was something I hadn’t considered. I knocked on the door, and no one answered. I know someone is up there, because they walk like a dinosaur. Based on their steps during the day, I imagine they are quite heavy set, know how loud they walk, and could be embarrassed to open the door. I will try again later, and hopefully a positive update will follow.
But, if this turns into a game of noise, I have a solution: make them louder. I have access to an ultra sonics lab. They’ll be loud enough I won’t need to call in a noise compaint. The rest of the complex will come with torches and pitchforks. Though I believe this can be solved diplomatically.
Are they Mormon missionaries? I swear they put a bowling lane in their apartments. This is from two different sources. One of which I got to witness myself on several occasions.
