When I first moved up to the area for college, I moved to a gross, cheap efficiency apartment in a gross, scary building. My next door neighbor was a crazy guy who would bang on my wall whenever I made any sound. He could also tell when I had left my apartment, and he would wait until the exact moment I walked by his door (he would look out the peephole, I guess. I had no way out other than walking by his door.) and BANG against his door as hard as he could. Then he would laugh and laugh as I would jump. He occasionally called me names through the door or wall. It was so incredibly creepy. I never did see him, but he had a trashy lady friend who would come visit him and they would have a screamin' good time iykwim :ack2: . He eventually started stealing my mail after a couple of months (we had unlocked boxes) and I just had to move out. Fortunately, my landlord had another apartment available elsewhere so he allowed me to break my lease on that one.
I was such a naive kid! The whole thing was such a weird experience and I really should have called the police on him, but I was afraid to. I was an 18 year old 100 lb thing who knew almost no one in the city and had grown up (without cable! :-P) in a Mayberry-esque farm town. I had no idea.