Noisy Neighbours. Flash Fiction.

It seemed like the very room itself was vibrating with music, Jenny threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, this was ridiculous, how did they expect her or anyone else to sleep when they had their music so loud. Grumbling to herself she threw on a dressing gown and put on her slippers, then headed towards the door, just as it was about to close behind her she remembered her key and quickly went back in to grab them off the hook. The halls were deserted, which wasn’t too surprising considering it was 1 A.M., but she had expected to see one or two neighbours out talking to each other or huddled by their doors and looking at the ceiling angrily. Surely she couldn’t be the only one who was pissed off with the noise? It wasn’t as loud out in the hallway, but she could still hear it quite clearly. Jenny moved past the elevator and into the stairwell, she was too angry to be standing still for however long it would take for the elevator to arrive and bring her to the floor above.

She marched into the hallway, slightly surprised that there was no one there, the music was even louder on this floor, how could anyone else stand it? Maybe they’d been banging on the door already, or they had already called the police. She marched up to number 56 and banged on the door three times, then she folded her arms and waited. After a few seconds she hammered her hand against the door. Still nothing. Jenny gritted her teeth, this was their last chance, if they didn’t answer this time she was calling the cops no matter what. She hammered on the door, “Turn down your goddamned music!” The door opened suddenly, Jenny took a step back, the music blared from the apartment behind him. He looked at her for a second, then shrugged and closed the door again. Jenny stood for a few seconds, “what the fuck?” the music seemed to get slightly louder. Jenny gave the door one last angry bang then turned and stalked back down the hall, as she pushed open the door to the stairwell the music suddenly stopped. Jenny paused and looked back down the hall, well at least they’d listened to her.

Back in her apartment she got into bed, as she settled herself she heard one or two bangs from upstairs, she sighed and waited for a moment, but there were no more sounds. Smiling to herself she rolled over and closed her eyes. The music started playing again, not as loudly this time, Jenny reached around for her phone, fuck this and fuck them, if they couldn’t be decent people the police would just have to sort it out.

Jenny groaned as her alarm blared, she reached out blindly and turned it off. She threw the covers off herself and got out of bed, coffee first, everything else could wait. She plodded into the kitchen and turned on the machine, the smell of coffee filled her kitchen. It took another half an hour before that damned music had stopped and she had passed out shortly afterwards. After a shower and her coffee she began to feel semi-alert, enough to get through the day at least. She grabbed her things and headed out.

Jenny stepped out of the elevator and stopped, the lobby was full of people, she recognised some from around the building, the rest were wearing uniforms, police, paramedics. She sidled over to a woman she recognised, “What’s going on?”
“Someone was murdered last night, up on the fifth floor.”
Jenny felt her stomach drop, “What? When?”
“They haven’t said, though I did hear from Gertie that they’d gotten noise complaints about loud music, but they couldn’t send anyone. By the time they did it was too late, whoever did it was long gone.”

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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