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So, we had three prostitutes living across the hall from us...

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AndrewR

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Back a few years ago when we lived in Atlanta, we moved into a large complex and were on the top floor of a three story building. There were three other apartments on that floor with an open breezeway where the stairs were. We were one of the rear apartments. It wasn't a really nice complex, but it wasn't garbage by any means.

The apartment across the breezeway in the front of the building had three really attractive girls living there who were actually pretty friendly (living with fiancee then married while living there). I chatted with one of them several times, a really cute brunette. At one point, she invited me to a party they were having that weekend (needless to say I declined).

Anyway, we moved out but not very far away. One of our other neighbors was a waitress at a local restaurant, and we were talking with her a few months later. She asked if we knew about the prostitutes who were busted in our old apartment complex. Yep, fairly obvious who they were.

What's your best apartment living story? Now we just live with neighbors that speak a really foreign language. But we're in a house (not that it matters since the houses are 3 feet from each other!). 🙂
 
Right now I live in a townhouse... I have no clue who my neighbors are.. they're quiet.



My old apt I had people under my that were insane. If I came home late at night (11pm, after school) they would come upstairs and bitch about how I come home late, and me taking a shower was loud

my answer:

move you and your two screaming little kids into a house.


They complained to the apt management who told them to screw off
 
your best story is that you found out months later that 3 girls were turning tricks in another part of your building?

I am entralled...
 
I used to live under a bunch of drug dealers, not wimpy marijuana either, these guys dealt the heavy stuff, and had some pretty creepy clientelle.

They were loud and i never got any sleep, :|
 
We had some real nice people living next door to us when we had an apartment in Reston. The only odd thing was they got a *lot* of visitors at all hours of the day that would knock on the door, talk a couple secs, then leave. It all became clear one night when we watched Fairfax Countys finest bust that apartment.
 
Shoot my neighbors at my new place are always playing their techno music all day and night long. And one of them tends to let out a loud ass whoop at like 2am. Gave me a freaking heart attack last time the asshole did that. And they never go outside with a shirt on. It's like they're allergic to shirts. I think I'll get a bee hive and just toss it at them next time they come out. 😀
 
My only apartment constantly smelled like curry due to the excessive amount of Indians living on the floor.
 
One of our neighbors likes to drink beer while driving. Her car always has a can of it sitting in the driver's cupholder. Police can't do anything because they never see her driving with it.
 
My neighbor/landlord allegedly killed his business partner. I don't think he ever did any time though, don't know what happened in the courtroom but people used to drive by and shout murderer occasionally.
 
A guy 3 doors down from an Apt where I use to live was arrested and convicted of cutting some girls head off because she ripped him off for some drugs. I didn't know him more than to say hi to him when our paths crossed and the Complex was a nice one. You never know who your nieghbors are or what they are capable of.
 
I was thundering some music one day, and I heard a banging on my door. I figured it was a neighbor coming to yell at me for being loud.
It was my neighbor, but instead of yell at me he said he was loving the music I was playing and wanted to know who it was.
So I told him and burnt him a cd.
 
When I was 12, the guy next door to us killed his wife, wrapped her in plastic in the bathtub and wrote her name in blood all over the walls of the apartment. :Q
 
I think that my current apartment neighbor has some mental issues. Every once in a while I'll hear her on the phone and she gets really animated. She'll say, "HI! IT'S LINDSEY!" In sort of a "I haven't talked to you in 15 years" way. Then she'll talk about how she hasn't made the bed yet. "You haven't made the bed yet!? OH LINDSEY!!" One time I heard her getting all worked up and crying to (supposedly) her mom on the phone because Capt. Kangaroo died (earlier this year).
 
Years ago, a guy and his girlfriend moved in upstairs. He was in the military and got transfered to Ft Lewis from back east somewhere. We got along pretty well, chatted in the stairwell, that sort of thing. A month later, his girlfriend was gone with no explanation, and he introduced us to his wife, who couldn't move right away because of her job. Sh1t, was that ackward. We went to dinner with them and stuff, and never heard one word from him about his girlfriend.
 
i lived in mobile home about 15 years ago where a dude went berserk and killed his wife and infant baby. I didn't know about until I moved tho.


Ausm
 
Once we were living in a decent place and the floor squeaked really really bad in one place 😉

Enthralling isnt it😀
 
Originally posted by: SampSon
I was thundering some music one day, and I heard a banging on my door. I figured it was a neighbor coming to yell at me for being loud.
It was my neighbor, but instead of yell at me he said he was loving the music I was playing and wanted to know who it was.
So I told him and burnt him a cd.
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Reminded me of this joke....

While proudly showing off his new appartment to friends late one night, the drunk led the way to his bedroom, where there was a big brass gong.

"What's the big brass gong for?" one of the guests asked.

"Why thats a talking clock" the man replied.

"How does it work?"

"Watch" the man said giving it an ear shattering pound with the hammer. Suddenly someone on the other side of the wall screamed, "For crisakes, you asshole, it's 2:00 a.m. in the friggin' morning!!"
 
Originally posted by: Mwilding
your best story is that you found out months later that 3 girls were turning tricks in another part of your building?

I am entralled...
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I lived across from this troll who would listen to everybody's stories, bitch about them and yet never had a good or bad one of his own to share.
 
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