From the time I got up this morning to right now, my neighbors have been absolute terrors. Their child started screaming at 8am this morning. They started slamming doors at 8:30am this morning. At 1pm they threw a bucket off the porch and into the yard. Two hours later, they moved it back onto the porch.
Currently, their kindergarten aged child is screaming his head off. He probably got slapped. In between the child’s screams are his father’s and mother’s telling him to shut the F up.
This is by far the worst apartment complex I have ever lived in. If I didn’t know better I’d swear it was in the inner city. It’s not. It’s in a small town. The buildings look nice on the drive in, the grass is mowed, and maintenance is all right.
Apartment Living At Its Worst Doesn't Usually Start Off That Bad...
Prior to moving into this building I met with the office lady, talked to her about the complex, and asked some very important questions. I also told her my needs. I told her I was a writer, and that I am in constant need of complete and utter silence. I don’t have kids. I don’t want to hear anyone else’s kids.
She assured me that the building was quiet and that all the kids played at the back of the complex. Most importantly, she told me there were no kids in my building. The latter was a lie. I found out two weeks after moving into the building that every other unit had at least one child and the unit below me had a screaming, whining toddler. The parents played music way too loud, and on occasion I could hear every word from their TV.
I told the office. I repeatedly told the office. Eventually, I was told that the loud occupants would be moving soon. That was six months ago or longer. They have not moved, and I still have days like today where I can’t get anything done because their child’s incessant screaming has put me in a murderous mood.
It is beyond frustrating. The worst part about it is that today is Sunday and the office is closed. Even if I wanted to talk to the office today, I can’t. It’s days like today when I really wished I had picked another complex, rented a house, done anything but moved in here.
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Stacey Carroll is the author of the thriller series - Avia. She also authors the paranormal erotica series - The Blooddoll Factory. Stacey grew up in Indianapolis, Indiana. she went to college at Indiana State University (ISU) and graduated with a Bachelor's degree in aerospace in the professional pilot program. She has flown Cessna 152s, Cessna 172s, the Piper Seneca and the King Air. She also graduated with a minor in computer science that specialized in web design.
She has always been interested in reading and writing, and the first book she was ever read was the Grimms Brother's Fairy tales. From the ages of 6 to 11, she read the Nancy Drew series. By the age of 11, she had graduated to Stephen King novels. A few of her favorites include Carrie, Tommyknockers, The Dark Tower Series up to book 3 (That's where it stopped in the late 80s/ early 90s), Pet Semetary, The Shining, Night Shift, The Stand, It, Cujo, Christine, The Eyes of the Dragon and Thinner (Richard Bachman). In her teen years, she moved on to Anne Rice and got through about four of those books before they degraded. If you've ever read Anne Rice, you know book 5 isn't readable. Stacey has read a couple Harry Potter books as she was introduced to them in the early 2000s, and she's never read or watched anything Twilight or 50 Shades. Sorry. I'm a vampire purist, and nothing needs to be said about the latter. You already know.
She is currently an author and freelance writer. She received an honorable mention in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine in 2008 for a short story entitled The Field. In 2014, she was published in 13 Stories by Us by MacKenzie Publishing.
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