My Quiet Sister Is Her Nightmare
Language: en
At three in the morning, I got up to use the bathroom. Within minutes, my downstairs neighbor had turned on a floor-vibrating device, claiming that the sound of my toilet flushing was "maliciously disturbing her sleep." She kept it running for three straight days. I didn't argue. I didn't scream. I simply packed my bags and moved out, letting my younger sister—who was in the middle of a high-stress final semester before her Ivy League applications—stay there instead. By the next evening, my phone was blowing up with frantic calls from the neighbors and the building manager. They were…