‘By kids I mean full-grown high schoolers built like linebackers’: Tenant tormented by their upstairs neighbors’ kids' nonstop stomping makes a loud, petty but hilarious comeback by blasting a chaotic playlist through the ceiling on loop

Being a downstairs tenant sometimes means you no longer live in an apartment but in an experiment testing the limits of human patience and structural engineering. Above this lucky apartment lives a family of what they call three "kids," although these "kids" are high schoolers built like they were made in a sports lab. Every step overhead sounds like a stampede auditioning for a Michael Bay action movie. The floor shakes, the lamps vibrate, and quiet time is now a myth from a gentler past.

When one particularly ferocious thud hits at 10 p.m., it feels like an airborne linebacker just landed mid-bedroom. The tenant trudges upstairs to look for logic and instead finds the father shrugging it off with a classic line: "They're just kids." No remorse, no awareness, just pure acoustic terrorism and a man confident that gravity will handle the rest. The family knows exactly how their thuds travel, they lived downstairs before. Which means the stomping is not ignorance, it's a live-action reenactment of their favorite Lion King scenes

My upstairs neighbours stomp like a herd of caffeinated elephants… so I created something to cope 😂

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So, revenge. Loud, petty, and oddly therapeutic. A speaker pressed to the ceiling now delivers an ongoing playlist of chaotic noise to match the upstairs energy. Songs chosen not to soothe but to haunt. It’s less music and more an exorcism through rhythm. The neighbors probably don’t care, but the downstairs tenant sleeps easier knowing that somewhere above, confusion is blooming. Sometimes the only way to fight noise is with noise that bites back, one cursed beat at a time.
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