Noisy Neighbor Gets Silenced By Fiendishly Cunning Revenge

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    Text - r/ProRevenge u/GhostOfSorabji 1d + JOIN 1S 1 Noisy neighbour gets silenced Back in the Eighties, I lived in a flat in South-East London. The flat was located in a small tower block ten stories high with four flats per floor, one per corner as it were. The flat overlooked a local park and afforded very nice views of the area. The neighbours were generally very amenable but everybody tended to keep to themselves, so no one had any problems with anyone. That all changed when a new family mov
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    Text - They soon developed a reputation for hosting loud drunken parties at the weekends which tended to go past midnight. This was pretty fecking annoying for us and the other residents but we were somewhat less affected due to the distance between our respective flats. One particular Friday evening, however, proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back. At around 10:00pm we heard the music start up, but it now appeared that the hosts had recently purchased a new sound system, because the
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    Text - At about 11:30pm, I trotted downstairs and knocked on their door. It was flung open by what I could only assume to have be the male resident looking somewhat the worse for wear. I politely asked him if he'd mind turning the music down as it was very loud, rattling the furniture in my flat and making it difficult to sleep.
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    Text - As you might imagine, by now I was royally pissed off. 'Er indoors too (someone not normally prone to displays of anger) was positively foaming at the mouth, and looked like she was single- handedly going to re-enact the Battle of Austerlitz in glorious Technicolor, together with full orchestral accompaniment. It was then that I had a Dazzling Idea: one so fiendishly cunning and yet devilishly simple-a guaranteed cast-iron, 100% pure, 24-carat stonker of an idea so brilliant that I felt c
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    Text - Grabbing my toolkit, I crept down the stairwell to the second floor, just to double-check the actual flat number. Having confirmed the number, I went back up to the fourth floor. In the stairwell just next to the exit door to the fourth floor lobby was a wooden access door that concealed one of the two electrical distribution panels for the entire building. The door was only secured by dint of a simple square-key fitting, and the application of a large flat-blade screwdriver would pop the
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    Text - Now by one of those happy coincidences that usually only occur in the more egregious examples of the Hollywood B-movie, I just happened to have in my toolkit a dead fuse of exactly the same type and capacity. A few weeks previously I'd had to replace a similar fuse in the theatre where I worked, and l'd tossed the dead fuse in my toolbox where I'd promptly forgotten about it-until now.
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    Text - Now, with all my ducks in a neat row, I pulled the fuse carrier for the miscreant's flat out... Instant. Blessed. Silence. I rapidly swapped the live fuse for the dead one, and reinserted the carrier. Securing everything back up again, I casually strolled back upstairs to enjoy a few hours in the hallowed arms of Morpheus. Addendum: some weeks later, the troublesome family were moved out of their flat. It transpired that the local council had received so many noise complaints over the pre

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