When Upstairs Neighbors Become a Nightmare: How One Resident Turned Petty Revenge Into a Shower Concert
If you’ve ever lived in an apartment, you know that a neighbor’s footsteps can sound like a herd of elephants. But what if the noise from above isn’t just footsteps, but the relentless cacophony of stomping, crashing, wild children, polyamorous escapades, and even rogue indoor flooding? Welcome to the life of Reddit user u/Oldhagandcats, who took to r/PettyRevenge to share their jaw-dropping tale of upstairs neighbor hell—and the brilliantly petty comeback that followed.
It’s a story that has struck a chord (and a few nerves) with over 300 Redditors and counting, because let’s face it: who hasn’t dreamed of a little musical retribution when the ceiling starts shaking? Let’s dive into the saga of the noisy neighbors, the daily deluge, and the most melodious revenge this side of the shower curtain.
When “Upstairs” Means “Upstompers”
Our hero, u/Oldhagandcats, didn’t just get any bad neighbors—they landed the full bingo card. Imagine a family that doesn’t just walk, but stomps with the gusto of a marching band. Add a child with boundless energy, never taken outside to run it off, instead encouraged to bounce off every available surface. Sprinkle in a polycule with a penchant for public balcony passion (yes, with the window open). And just for that extra dash of chaos? Six—count them, six—bathroom floods that rain down like clockwork into the apartment below.
If you’re thinking, “Surely, no one could endure this without snapping,” you’d be right. But while many of us would go straight to the landlord, u/Oldhagandcats tried to keep the peace. They approached the neighbors, kindly requested a little less stomp and romp, and were rewarded with... even more noise.
Striking Back With Soap and Song
With official channels off the table and diplomacy a dead end, our protagonist turned to the greatest weapon in the arsenal of the passive-aggressive: petty revenge. But not just any revenge—this one came with a soundtrack.
Armed with the knowledge that the main perpetrator (the adult male upstairs) reliably comes home at 4:30pm every day, our shower-bound avenger decided to make the walls shake back. From 4:30 to 5:30pm, like clockwork, the bathroom transforms into a one-person stadium. The acoustics? Impeccable. The volume? Unignorable. The setlist? We can only imagine it includes power ballads, off-key yodels, and maybe a few dramatic readings for good measure.
Suddenly, the upstairs neighbor’s post-work relaxation is a thing of the past. Every stomp, every crash, every ill-conceived plumbing adventure is now paid back with a daily concert they never asked for—and can’t escape.
Why Petty Revenge Is So Satisfying
There’s something universally cathartic about this story. Most of us have, at some point, fantasized about “giving it right back” to a neighbor who uses their living room like a WWE ring. Whether it’s a midnight tap dance, inexplicable furniture moving, or the mysterious rolling of marbles (what ARE those for?), upstairs noise is one of urban living’s greatest irritants.
What makes this particular revenge so perfect isn’t just the creativity—it’s the restraint. No property was damaged, no rules were broken. It’s just a little taste of their own medicine, delivered with suds and style. Plus, it’s hard to argue with someone singing in their own shower. If anything, it’s a master class in petty justice.
The Morality (and Melody) of Petty Payback
Of course, it’s easy to say “take the high road.” But when the high road is flooded for the sixth time, sometimes you’ve got to let your inner diva out. This isn’t about escalation for the sake of it—it’s about reclaiming a sense of agency when all else fails.
Would it be better if the neighbors were considerate, or if management actually enforced noise rules? Absolutely. But until then, we salute the everyday heroes who fight back with a little creativity and a lot of volume.
Your Turn: Would You Sing for Justice?
Have you ever been driven to the edge by noisy neighbors? What would your revenge playlist sound like? Share your own petty revenge stories in the comments—let’s turn our collective noise woes into a chorus of solidarity. And if you’re reading this from the shower, go ahead and belt it out. You never know who might be listening.
So, next time your neighbors stomp, remember: you might not be able to stop the noise, but you can hit the high notes.
Original Reddit Post: My neighbours upstairs are a nightmare.