There's this tenant in the apartment beneath mine. She's as odd as two left feet according to other residents. A hoarder, a hermit, no one sees the inside of her apartment.
The residents here manage the gardens, lovely little plots everywhere full of flowers, some vegetables, bird baths, extremely creative.
In the garden below my apartment was her particularly area and ever since I moved in there was just a vast hole with rocks and 4 bags of soil that were never opened. Finally, a few of the tenants did something about this eyesore and took over her plot and now it is gorgeous, full of flowers. She demanded they dig up bulbs she purchased years before (which had never bloomed due to aforementioned rocks and hole).
This gives you some idea of her personality.
I have never exchanged two words with this woman as every time I encountered her, despite my "hello" she turned her head away.
But now? She has launched a personal vendetta against me. She insists I have music playing and people partying in my apartment at all hours of the night.
A month ago, someone rang my doorbell and woke me at 1.00am. I didn't answer but my neighbour did. And in the tomb-like silence of the building, R complained to M, my neighbour that she couldn't sleep with the racket coming from my apartment.
M told her there was never noise from my apartment as I was a quiet person.
I complained to the Board of Directors about this. In writing.
Fast forward to last week and I was woken again, but this time terrified as there was what seemed to be a sledgehammer banging on my bedroom floor. I thought the building would collapse or at least holes would appear on my floor.
R again obviously. I phoned a friend downstairs and she told me she had also been terrorized as she thought it was an earthquake and got out of bed and spoke to another neighbour, two doors away from R who had also been woken up.
Again, I wrote to the Board outlining what had happened. They said there would be a prompt investigation. I know they did investigate by chatting to neighbours of R who confirmed the incident. But as to assuring me of a cease and desist order to her? Not a word.
I am extremely unsettled and frightened by all of this as she is so unpredictable and, well, violent. I view her as unwell. No one in the building speaks to her as through various actions she has alienated them all.
I'm locking my door for the first time. I tiptoe around my apartment in my moccasins. I turn my book pages quietly. I knit on wooden needles.
I know she lurks below me, all day, every day. In her head, there are parties and music only she can hear.
And I am the target of her enormous rage.