So, I have been living in apartments most of my adult life. I know the difference between stomping on purpose, jumping on purpose, making extra noise because I bang on the wall or I bang on the ceiling with a broom. I have had upstairs neighbors but I didn't even know lived there. In the same apartment I had upstairs neighbors who used the hallway as a running path and at the end they would take a long jump and land, boom! When I would call their attention to this with a broom or tossing a ball up at the ceiling, they would jump hard over and over as to say ********* you.
Not long before that, i had one run-in with them because they were playing some sort of something upstairs jumping banging running yelling and after having listened to it for hours I started hitting the wall beneath where they were doing it and it would get louder. I went upstairs , tried to talk to them , and when they all started laughing at me, I lost it completely. I admit I started screaming at them and was hysterical. In the next several days some guy that was there kept apologizing and telling me they were not retaliating to my banging, they were just having family time. I let them know that I have very little time to myself because of work and I would like some time to wind down and decompress without having to listen to that kind of noise.
Furthermore I didn't appreciate being laughed at. They expressed understanding and I really didn't have any trouble for a while. It wasn't long before somebody who is now her husband moved in with her, and that's when the real fun began. I ended up purchasing a very loud alarm because I cannot wake up because of a sleeping disorder. I admit, it is loud. One day the upstairs guy came down and banged on my wall so hard I thought a bomb went off. I was embarrassed, turned it off, and then there was a note on my door. It was a sad sappy note asking me to allow them to get their rest. I did write back asking them to also be polite and not do housework and make so much noise clear up until 1 o'clock or 2 o'clock in the morning. I mentioned this might help me sleep a little better. That stopped for quite a while. I moved my master bedroom to a bedroom that was at the other end which would not be underneath them, I got rid of the alarm, and I made an extra extra effort to be very quiet, including keeping the television so low I could barely hear it.
She walks back and forth with a stomp of a giant over and over and over and over for hours. To tell you how small the apartment is in the living room area over my head, she only takes about five steps each direction, but they sound like they're going to bring the ceiling down. She starts cleaning at 8:30 at night when he's not home and goes clear up until 1:30 in the morning. She has even vacuumed at 1 o'clock in the morning. Between the dog, her walking, her cleaning, or vacuuming and their new found Love for loud music, I am about to go insane.
I've also been told in the past that people have the right to live in their apartment. I've been told there's nothing you can do to stop someone for living. You are just supposed to not live underneath anyone. I beg to differ! I think if you do not know how to act as an adult, do not know how to control your children, do not know how to control your animal, or you walk like the Jolly Green Giant, you are the one who should not be living in an upstairs apartment. All of you who complain about your downstairs neighbors banging on the ceiling might want to think about the fact that their life is completely miserable with your lifestyle. When they bang that means you're too loud. If they keep banging, that means you didn't learn anything from the first time. The only time I have lived somewhere that someone banged, I became extra careful about everything I did because I did not want to disturb them. That is called common decency.