Some of us have work in the morning, I think to myself as I pull the sides of my pillow over my ears to block out the incessant noise. They do this every night, music blaring at all hours.

I’ve never met them and I’m sure they’re nice people, but what if they’re not reasonable? What if I start some kind of war between neighbours? I’ve seen documentaries about bad neighbours, they make your life Hell! I can’t be dealing with that, but I do have work at six.

Oh, forgodsake I guess I’ve got to go up and ask them to turn it down.

I pull myself out of bed and slip on my slippers, I walk slowly towards my front door and click the lock open. Then I walk up the stairs clinging to the bannister as my slippers pad on the grimey steps as I climb.

The music swells as I climb and when I reach the door it’s almost deafening. I knock hard on the door three times and the door clicks before swinging open, pounding my head with music.

I go to speak, but no one is there.

“Huh?” I look around the doorway.

I step inside and head towards the stereo which is blaring the music and I switch it off.

“Hello?” I look around, but no one is here.

What the heck is going on?

I go into one of the bedrooms and see an empty well-made bed. Realising no one is in, I figure I best put the music back on otherwise they may suspect someone’s been in.

I click the stereo back on begrudgingly and head back to the door, as I approach I hear three loud knocks over the music, I go towards the door and click it open.