We had downstairs neighbors that would have loud sex at least once a day. I'm talking dirty motel sex with the headboard banging and screaming orgasms. Yay for them and all but it was a bit much for the entire building to deal with.

I looked at the first comment and was ... hmm when did I make that comment ... wait that isn't ME! hehe

I had people upstairs that partied EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! We ended up having to call the police because they were throwing beer bottles, that smashed on our patio (hello toddlers present!) and smoke butts everywhere. It was awful.

Hang in there. I would report them if I were you. You have a right to live in peace too.

We had neighbours who loved to blast and blare their music so loud out pictures were jumping off the walls at 2:00 am.

The girls and I were gone one weekend and DH decided pay back was going to be a b*itch. He went and turned on our stereo and blasted it, then went upstairs and had a shower. I think it was 9am.

My upstairs neighbors beat each other up, stomp across the ceiling/floor, blast the tv/stereo all day, let their toddlers jump down each stair, yell to be let in right in front of my son's bedroom window, have friends ring MY bell to be let in, ring my bell to be let in themselves, come ask me to watch their baby while they go buy drugs, smoke pot in their bathroom which comes into mine, and ask me to sign their AA paper to get out of going per CPS requirements.

Oh, and the loud sex all the time, they did that while my church was helping me move into my apartment and most days afterwards. Fun times and thank GOD I am moving in 7 days. One year was enough.

Our current neighbor burns her smelly garbage and the stink comes right in our house. Also, she screams for her cat nightly.

She used to have a very noisy snow goose until its demise a few years ago. We did not attend the funeral.

I only have about a hundred bad neighbor stories to share. My most recent was during the first week home with Gabbie, the teenager who lives across the hall decided to be drunk and loud with his friends right outside our window at the exact moment I had finally fallen asleep. He did it three times before we laid into him about it, and thankfully that put an end to it.

Yes.
When we first moved into our old apartment, Josh worked midnights and I slept alone. One night, just after Josh got home, there was a banging on the door that I would have been terrified to answer myself. Josh answered it; it was a cop. There had been a stabbing next door and he wanted to know if we knew anything about it!! double yikes. My mother will never know this information as long as she lives. She'd have a fit.
The neighbors on the other side enjoyed turning ON their music, their very loud, very un-cool music at 11:00 p.m.
I comfort myself (in this situation and others) by quoting Oscar Wilde, "Other people are quite dreadful." =)