The ground floor of my block of flats is owned by an old person’s Housing Association. I thought this would mean quiet neighbours, but I was mistaken. The lady below has always had the occasional yelling session with her relatives, but in the last couple of weeks it’s gone nuts. There’ve been two doorstep screaming matches, one at 0100 and one at 0200, and both eventually moved inside to directly beneath my bedroom. It’s annoying, but I try to be liberal about it – I don’t know what’s going on in their lives, after all, and for all I know she could be ill in some way.
Then this evening things went mental. I was sitting at my desk, blogging away, when hysterical screaming started coming down the street. There’s a pub at the end of my road so you get the odd bit of shouting, but this time it stopped at my building. And got louder and louder. There were a group of teenagers, but the actually-quite-astonishing amount of noise was coming from one girl, with the others trying (unsuccessfully) to calm her down. It was bad enough that I was pretty worried for a while – I’ve never seen (or, heard) anyone quite so upset. This was coupled with running around the building, banging on the doors and windows, obviously trying to get the attention of the lady below.
I figured this was enough that I might need to get involved. I had no idea what I’d do, and didn’t much fancy squaring up against f-ing-and-blinding teenage lads, even if they seemed to be on my side, but I was worried the other (perfectly quiet) elderly people downstairs might come out. Or that this girl might get in downstairs, and who knows what would happen. So I found shoes / keys etc. and tried to figure out what was going on.
The banging stopped, and the histrionics increased. Really, I don’t think I could get that loud if I wanted to. I couldn’t make out most of the words, but she was clearly in some serious distress. I couldn’t see the main group, but I saw a few of the surrounding kids give up and leave, which didn’t help. The houses across the street were all taking an interest, and I heard an adult voice trying to calm the situation down. It didn’t work, and I didn’t hear her again. Eventually a door across the street opened and a guy stormed over the road, threatening to call the police. That had an immediate effect, and a minute later she was let in downstairs. The voices got calm pretty quickly, and it’s been quiet ever since. I’m hoping that’ll mark the end of whatever’s been going on. I’m still shocked at the noise coming from this girl, and I wonder if there’s a problem there.
I’m a bit inexperienced here. Stratford’s a fairly quiet town and I’ve never lived in a busy residential area – is this bizarre, or just something teenagers sometimes do?
I do like having a first-floor flat, though. All this stuff can go on below and I’m protected enough that it doesn’t affect me such that I need to worry. But I do feel for the others downstairs, and I wonder whether there’ll be repurcussions. I wouldn’t complain unless this went on for a lot longer, but I wouldn’t blame the older residents for saying something. I wonder if the Housing Assocation would do anything.