100 Ways To Annoy Your Neighbor Novels & Stories

I stood up with annoyance. "Are they not aware they have a neighbor? Damn it! It's dad's fault! Why is the unit he bought not soundproof" I complained. I waited a few minutes because they might realize that they are disturbing people and try to lower the sounds but I waited for nothing. "BE READY! WHOEVER YOU ARE! " I said in a very annoyed tone. I left my unit and immediately knocked on the other unit. I knocked a few times but still, no one opened. I close my eyes in annoyance.

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

"Giddy? Who’s giddy, me? Wait a minute! Something’s off here… Since when did you start acting like this? You never used to care about things like this. And whenever someone came up to you asking for a favor especially if it had anything to do with me, you never entertained them. So why are you doing it now? And for neighbors whose names you don’t even know?" Sandra straightened in her seat, pouting and rolling her eyes. "Because he’s my neighbor. It’s easier to give in than to have him keep bothering me if I say no. Just sign it so they won’t have to come to me again. It’s creepy and unnerving especially with how tall they are," she said, feigning disgust.

she muttered, kicking the napkin off with a sharp shake of her foot. It wasn’t the first time. Cade Walker, her arrogant, messy, smug neighbor had been living in 10B for barely three months, and in that short time, he had already turned their clean hallway into his personal trash station. He never seemed to care about the building rules or, worse, about the people forced to live next to him.

Mom warned with stern eyes. “Yes ma’am. Right after I finish ‘my muffin.” I rubbed it in with a devious grin, gauging his reaction. Dad clenched his jaws and grumbled to Mom, “Stop letting the neighbor in.” “Hey! I’m your firstborn.” I huffed, taking offense. The mansion that I built for my family was next door. “And what’s your point?” Dad raised his brows. A sarcastic smirk tugged on his mouth. “All I see is a pesky neighbor.”

Yet, despite Ted chopping away nonstop for the past two days, none of our neighbors had made a peep. That wasn't normal. After searching for a long time, I finally found the downstairs neighbor's contact number and sent a text. "Hi, have my husband's chopping noises over the past few days been disturbing you? I'm surprised you haven't come knocking on my door." I didn't receive a reply for a long time. Finally, three words appeared. "Who is this?" I replied, "I'm your upstairs neighbor. Each time you've come knocking on my door, I'm the one who opens it. Have you forgotten?"

What was his name again? I simply didn't care! Anyway, the guts of him infuriated me. Tell me, how does he find it enjoyable to cause mayhem to someone's daily sleep? Every morning at 6:45, my neighbor would find it pleasurable to let his dogs out through the back door. Their annoying barks would stir me up from sleep, waking me up. One morning I decided to go to the window which was adjacent to his window and yell at him. But I soon fell silent when I noticed that my new neighbor was hot and also nude.

The neighbor's complaints only got louder. “Look, if someone’s home and they’re not opening the door, it means they don’t want to see you! Haven’t you heard of calling or texting? You can’t just keep pounding on the door. There are neighbors on both sides, you know!” Hearing the argument outside escalate, Lydia had no choice but to give in. She didn’t care how long Eugene waited out there, but she did care about the neighbors. They didn’t deserve to be disturbed.

sound but that doesn’t say I’m sorry but says, I can say it over and over again. “Oh, he’s a douchebag and I don’t trade my v-cards to douchebags.” I sighed. She was such a pest at times. “Don’t bore me from hearing about your unpopped cherry. I really need to find someone to pop those cherry of yours.” She said exclaiming and so loudly that I immediately covered her mouth. “Calily?" I called out, shrinking my nose. "The next-door neighbour’s could hear that. Do you want the whole world to have to hear about ‘that’?” I continued, asking and specializing the ‘that’.

Dimitri, being the thick-headed, annoying human being he was, replied, "Yes. And you're forgetting to add the question 'or that you moved in the apartment right across from mine?'" I wanted to throttle him. Instead, I remained the epitome of calmness and smiled. "I'm not doing this with you. You are far from being in my good books and stalking me isn't giving you any brownie points." He opened his mouth to add in what I was sure was a claim of denial but I didn't give him the opportunity. "And if in case this is a massive, disturbing coincidence, then welcome to the building." He shut his mouth after that. "Try to be a good neighbor, which means minimal noise and no interactions. The ideal s