The neighbors were making loud noises all night again. Peter knocked a couple of times to no avail. It seemed that they only intensified even more. The woman who owned the apartment was laughing, a male voice muttered, and then there was more music.
Peter barely got out of bed through his robot shuffling, naughty feet. He went out on the landing and rang the doorbell next door.
“What do you want, old man?” a young woman with colorful makeup looked out the ajar door.
“Linda, it’s two in the morning,” said Peter tiredly. “I can’t fall asleep, you’re so noisy.”
“He can’t fall asleep,” Linda grinned and shouted to the men in the apartment. “Listen, Alex, the old man cannot sleep, what’s the problem?”
A big guy appeared at the door. It was Linda’s boyfriend. He had been living with her for more than three months. There was a lot going on in the apartment three or four times a week at night—partying, laughing till dawn.
“You old man, why don’t you take some sleeping pills? You’ll sleep like a baby,” Linda laughed. Alex grinned and slammed the door in Peter’s face.The old man shuffled back to his apartment with his head down. He drank some sedative, went to…..Read Full Story Here…….
