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Sassy Neighbor Drove All the Tenants Crazy at Night \u2013 So We Found a Way to Give Her a Taste of Her Own Medicine<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

When Michelle moved in, she refused to follow one simple rule: bring your key. Instead, she pounded on my window at all hours, demanding to be let in. After countless sleepless nights, the other tenants and I came up with a plan to give her a taste of her own medicine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve always been a stickler for rules. Call me boring, but there\u2019s something comforting about knowing where you stand. That\u2019s why I loved living in our little apartment block on Maple Street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman and her dog | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had one golden rule: after 8 p.m., you always carry your key. Simple, right? Well, it was until Hurricane Michelle blew into our lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The day Michelle moved in, I should\u2019ve known trouble was brewing. I was collecting my mail when she strutted up the path, wild red hair flying, and enormous sunglasses perched on her nose despite the cloudy day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, new neighbors!\u201d she called out, voice loud enough to wake the dead. \u201cI\u2019m Michelle! Who\u2019s gonna help me with these boxes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman waving | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I exchanged glances with Matt from 2B. He shrugged, and we both headed out to lend a hand. As we lugged boxes up the stairs, Michelle chattered away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis place is so cute<\/em>! It\u2019s like, totally retro. I can\u2019t wait to spice things up around here!\u201d She winked at Matt, who nearly dropped a box labeled \u201cPARTY SUPPLIES.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, well,\u201d I puffed, struggling with what felt like a crate of bricks, \u201cwe like it quiet around here. Especially after 8.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michelle laughed, a sound like tinkling glass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A laughing woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh honey, the night\u2019s just getting started at 8!\u201d She flipped her hair over her shoulder. \u201cYou\u2019ll see, I\u2019ll breathe some life into this place.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I should\u2019ve taken that as the warning it was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the first week, things were okay. Sure, Michelle\u2019s music was a bit loud, and yeah, she had a habit of clattering up and down the stairs at all hours. But it wasn\u2019t until the second Friday night that the real trouble started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman in her home | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was just past midnight when the first thump-thump-thump<\/em> echoed through my apartment. My dog, Biscuit, lifted his head with a whine. I tried to ignore it, burying my face in my pillow. But then came the buzzing. It was incessant, like an angry hornet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Groaning, I stumbled to the intercom. \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHeeeeey!\u201d Michelle\u2019s voice, slightly slurred, crackled through the speaker. \u201cIt\u2019s me! I forgot my key. Can you let me in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An intercom entry phone | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sighed, pressing the button to unlock the main door. My apartment was on the ground level so I opened my door to remind her about the key rule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh my god, you\u2019re a lifesaver!\u201d Michelle gushed, her breath reeking of tequila. \u201cI was gonna be stuck out there all night!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMichelle,\u201d I started, trying to keep my voice level, \u201cremember the rule about always carrying your key after 8?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She waved a hand dismissively. \u201cPffft, rules are made to be broken, right? Besides, you\u2019re right here! It\u2019s no problem for you to let me in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A laughing woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, actually\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But there was no point in saying anything more. Michelle had already clattered up the stairs and disappeared, leaving me standing in the foyer, fuming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish I could say that was a one-time thing. But over the next few weeks, it became a nightly occurrence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes she\u2019d bang on windows, other times she\u2019d ring every buzzer in the building until someone let her in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman in front of a staircase | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It didn\u2019t matter if it was 10 p.m. or 3 a.m. \u2014 Michelle seemed to operate in her own time zone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One particularly frustrating night, I was jolted awake by a rhythmic tapping on my bedroom window. Groaning, I glanced at my alarm clock: 2:37 a.m.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAdrienne! Adrieeeeenne! Wake up, sleepyhead!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That was the last straw for Biscuit, who ran over to the window and started yapping. I stumbled out of bed. Pulling back the curtain, I was met with Michelle\u2019s grinning face, illuminated by the streetlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman at a window | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMichelle!\u201d I hissed, sliding the window open. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She giggled, the sound grating on my already frayed nerves. \u201cI forgot my key, Addy. Be a pal and buzz me in? I\u2019ve been tapping at your window for ages already.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on. \u201cMichelle, this has got to stop. You can\u2019t keep doing this. What if I hadn\u2019t been home?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the whole situation. \u201cThen I would\u2019ve buzzed Matt. Or Tiffany. Someone\u2019s always home, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman talking to someone | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The whole building was at its wit\u2019s end. One day, Tiffany from 3A cornered me in the laundry room, dark circles under her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAdrienne, we\u2019ve got to do something about Michelle. I haven\u2019t had a full night\u2019s sleep in weeks!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, feeling the weight of exhaustion myself. \u201cI know, Tiff. I\u2019ve tried talking to her, but she just laughs it off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman in a laundry room | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Matt joined us, his usually neat hair a mess. \u201cI called the landlord,\u201d he said, voice low. \u201cGuess what? Michelle\u2019s his niece. He said, and I quote, \u2018She\u2019s just having a bit of fun. You all need to lighten up.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLighten up?\u201d Tiffany hissed. \u201cI\u2019ll show him \u2018lighten up\u2019 when I fall asleep at work and get fired!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s when Riley from 4C spoke up. I hadn\u2019t even noticed her lurking by the dryers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d she said, a mischievous glint in her eye, \u201cif Michelle won\u2019t listen to reason, maybe we need to speak her language.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman in a laundry room | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all leaned in closer as Riley outlined her plan. It was petty, sure. Childish, even. But after weeks of sleepless nights and Michelle\u2019s careless laughter ringing in our ears, it felt like sweet justice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next night, we put our plan into action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michelle stumbled home around 1 a.m., and as usual, she started banging on windows and buzzing apartments. Someone let her in, as usual, and I listened as she breezed upstairs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We struck an hour later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman glancing over her shoulder | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I went outside and kept buzzing her apartment for a full ten minutes. Eventually, her voice crackled over the speaker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWho is this, and what the hell is wrong with you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, Michelle! It\u2019s me, Adrienne. I took Biscuit out and forgot my key. Be a pal and buzz me in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you serious? It\u2019s 1 a.m.!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t help but laugh. \u201cOh, but I always do it for you, so what\u2019s the problem?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I heard her mutter something, but she let me in. I quickly texted Tiffany and rushed upstairs for the next part. I arrived at Michelle\u2019s floor just as a series of sharp knocks echoed down the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMichelle? Michelle? Are you home?\u201d Tiffany called out as she knocked on the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTiff? What are you doing?\u201d Michelle groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, I just wanted to check if somebody had let you in. Good night!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman knocking on a door | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I leaned against the wall, stifling my giggles. But we weren\u2019t done. Over the next few days, we kept up our campaign. If Michelle forgot her key, we made sure she couldn\u2019t sleep. It was petty, yes, but it felt so good<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By day five, Michelle was a wreck. Her hair was a tangled mess, her designer clothes rumpled, and dark circles ringed her bloodshot eyes. As she trudged up the stairs, I almost felt bad. Almost.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A tired-looking woman | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPlease,\u201d she croaked, her voice hoarse from yelling, \u201ccan you guys stop this? I get it, okay? Just stop waking me up every night!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tiffany, who\u2019d come out to watch the show, couldn\u2019t resist a jab. \u201cOh, so you do understand how annoying it is. Funny, you didn\u2019t seem to care when you were doing it to us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Michelle\u2019s lower lip trembled, and for a moment, I thought she might cry. But then she squared her shoulders. \u201cFine. I\u2019m sorry, alright? I\u2019ll start bringing my key. Just\u2026 please let me sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman glancing to one side | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We all exchanged glances. It wasn\u2019t a grand apology, but it was something. Slowly, we nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, Michelle,\u201d I said, trying to keep the triumph out of my voice. \u201cWe\u2019ll stop. But remember\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, yeah,\u201d she grumbled, fishing in her purse. \u201cAlways carry my key after 8. I got it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next evening, I tensed as I heard Michelle\u2019s distinctive clatter on the stairs. But to my surprise, there was no banging, no buzzing. Just the soft click of a key in a lock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Keys in a door | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t help but smile to myself. \u201cFunny,\u201d I murmured, settling back on my couch, \u201chow peace always comes when everyone finally starts playing by the rules.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Biscuit wagged his tail in agreement, and I scratched behind his ears. Our little apartment block was back to normal \u2014 or as normal as it could be with Hurricane Michelle living upstairs. But hey, at least now she had the key to fitting in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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