I Endured Her Harassment, Until My Sister Ended EverythingChapter 1
At three in the morning, I woke up to go to the toilet.
Because of that, the neighbor downstairs used a vibration device to rattle my apartment for three straight days, saying I ruined her sleep by flushing the toilet.
I didn’t argue or complain. I quietly moved away and let my place be used by my younger sister, who was rushing to prepare for the college entrance exam.
The following day, every neighbor in the building and the property management went wild, calling me, begging me to come back quickly.
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Not long after I settled into the new home, the downstairs neighbor, Gale Hawkins, came to see me.
She said she slept lightly and strongly hated noise, and warned me to be careful.
To avoid trouble with neighbors, I covered the whole place with carpets that same day.
After that, inside my house, I became overly careful, walking without noise, keeping my phone muted all year, and never turning on the television.
I only ran the washing machine and vacuum cleaner at times when she was surely not around.
I believed I had already been thoughtful enough.
Until this moment, when I truly couldn’t bear it anymore and got up late at night to go to the toilet.
Not even one minute after flushing, Gale rushed upstairs and slammed hard on my door.
The door was hit so loudly that the whole place shook. All my drowsiness disappeared at once.
The second I opened the door, I saw Gale looking mad, pointing at me and yelling, “Are you seriously awake in the middle of the night trying to make noise and drive people crazy?!”
I was shocked, but I still explained in a calm way.
“Sister Gale, I just got up to use the toilet.”
After hearing this, she became even more upset.
“Use the toilet? Couldn’t you wait until morning?!”
“That flushing noise sounded like thunder! I had just fallen asleep, and you woke me up!”
“You know I sleep lightly, and you’re doing this on purpose to make my life miserable!”
I was shocked.
“So I’m not even allowed to use the bathroom in my own place when I need to pee?”
Her voice rose, and saliva almost splashed onto my face.
“Stop giving excuses!”
“You’re just low class! Self-centered! Only thinking about your own comfort!”
“I’m telling you, this isn’t finished!”
After saying this, she spat toward me, turned around in anger, and walked away.
I believed she was only letting out anger and didn’t take it seriously.