Loud Neighbors Tell Old Man to Get Lost, Regret It Later – Story of the Day

A group of young students moved next to an older neighbor and wouldn’t stop blasting their music. They insulted the older man, but they soon learned that no one should mess with karma.

Mr. Adams had been living in his small two-bedroom house for many years. His dear wife passed away some time ago, and his children lived on the other side of the country. It could get lonely, but his neighborhood was amazing.

He was surrounded by caring families and tons of lovely people, especially next door. However, they were moving away soon because they needed more space for their growing family.

A group of college kids became his new neighbors | Source: Shutterstock

A group of college kids became his new neighbors | Source: Shutterstock

Mr. Adams wished them all the best and hoped that whoever filled that vacancy would be just as nice. Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered. A group of young college students moved into the house a few weeks later.

They couldn’t be older than 18, which meant fresh out of high school. Mr. Adams dreaded this situation but hoped that this group understood that they had just moved into a quiet neighborhood.

Sadly, he was wrong once again. As soon as they finished moving all their things, the teenagers started having parties. They got loud, and many other young people showed up. They didn’t turn off their music until 5 a.m. on a Monday.

Mr. Adams lived in a quiet neighborhood. | Source: Pexels

Mr. Adams lived in a quiet neighborhood. | Source: Pexels

Mr. Adams had no idea what to do, but he was thinking of calling the Home Owners Association while watering his plants that morning. That’s when he saw Linda Shaw coming towards him. She lived across Mr. Adams with her husband and two preschool-aged children.

“Good morning, Mr. Adams!” she greeted.

“Good morning, Linda. How was your night?” he said.

“Oh. It was absolutely terrible. I couldn’t sleep for a second. Then my kids woke up around 2 a.m. and didn’t go back to bed until 5 a.m. when the music stopped,” Linda explained. “It’s funny because we have never had problems in this neighborhood.”

Linda came to greet Mr. Adams. | Source: Pexels

Linda came to greet Mr. Adams. | Source: Pexels

“I know what you mean. It was still a nightmare for me, though,” Mr. Adams added. “But I didn’t know if calling the cops was the right move.”

“I almost did it myself, but I didn’t want to cause any issues if they were just celebrating that first night in their new house,” she continued.

“Would the HOA help?” Mr. Adams asked.

“Maybe, although it’s hard to say why they let a group of teens move into this neighborhood. They might have connections,” Linda said. “Well, I’ve got to go. Lots of errands today, and hopefully, I can squeeze in a nap before picking up the kids.”

Mr. Adams had growing concerns about his new neighbors. | Source: Pexels

Mr. Adams had growing concerns about his new neighbors. | Source: Pexels

Mr. Adams said goodbye and decided to talk to these young people if they continued being loud, which probably wouldn’t happen until the weekend. But the neighbors decided to have another huge party that night, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He went to their house and knocked on the door. A young man opened and frowned at Mr. Adams. “Hello? Can I help you?” he said.

“Young man, do you live here?” Mr. Adams asked.

“Yes. Who’s asking?” he answered.

The neighbors hosted rowdy parties. | Source: Pexels

The neighbors hosted rowdy parties. | Source: Pexels

“I’m your next-door neighbor. I need to ask you kids to keep your music down. This is a nice neighborhood with tons of families and older people,” Mr. Adams said as politely as possible.

“So? That’s not my problem. I pay rent just like anyone else, and I get to play as much music as I want to,” the young man responded rudely.

“I will call the cops if you guys don’t keep it down,” Mr. Adams threatened calmly.

“Go ahead. My dad’s the sheriff at the police station. There’s nothing you can do,” he said and smirked. “Now, go away old dude. This party doesn’t need an old fart hanging around. If you don’t like the music, move to a nursing home.”

A conceited teenager tells Mr. Adams to go away. | Source: Pexels

A conceited teenager tells Mr. Adams to go away. | Source: Pexels

The teenager slammed the door in Mr. Adams’ face, the old man shocked by such insolence. Was the boy lying about his father? Would the cops really not answer his complaint? He had to try, at least.

But it looked like his neighbor was not lying because the squad car never came, and the teens enjoyed this party until 4 a.m.

“Linda, do you know if we can complain to the HOA about these young people?” Mr. Adams asked that morning after knocking on Linda’s door.

Mr. Adams talked to Linda again about their problems. | Source: Pexels

Mr. Adams talked to Linda again about their problems. | Source: Pexels

“I asked around, Mr. Adams. Last night was terrible too. I was on the phone with Mrs. Lowry, who knows everything around here. She told me that one of the teenager’s moms is part of the association,” Linda answered.

“I can’t believe this. One of them said that his father was the sheriff, and it has to be true because the cops never came after I called,” he continued.

“Mrs. Lowry said that we need to file a formal complaint to the local council with several signatures. I think a lot of people will sign it, but that takes time. My husband didn’t get any rest last night either. I don’t know how much of this we can take,” Linda said.

Linda had an idea but it will take time. | Source: Pexels

Linda had an idea but it will take time. | Source: Pexels

“Let’s go ahead with the complaint. I’ll help you get the signatures. In the meantime, we can tell everyone to call the HOA and the cops to see if that pressure gets a reaction,” Mr. Adams devised and went back home.

Unfortunately, it looked like these young people were really connected because the calls to the HOA and the cops didn’t help at all. But he and Linda collected all the signatures needed to file the formal complaint. They would have to wait for now.

Meanwhile, the neighbors continued having parties every single day since they moved into that house. Almost the entire neighborhood had knocked on their door to try and reason with them, but they wouldn’t listen.

Their teenage neighbors kept having parties. | Source: Pexels

Their teenage neighbors kept having parties. | Source: Pexels

One night, they added a sign over the front of their house, which read: “NO ONE SLEEPS TONIGHT!” Mr. Adams couldn’t believe this level of disrespect for others.

They even partied heavily during a huge storm. Their speakers were getting wet, but they seemed fine until a huge lightning bolt thundered and seemed to hit their equipment.

The music stopped miraculously, and when Mr. Adams peeked through his windows, he saw that the entire house had lost power. He laughed to himself and thought that nature was getting revenge on their behalf.

A lightning storm cut out their power.| Source: Pexels

A lightning storm cut out their power.| Source: Pexels

He could finally read his novel and slept soundly for the first time in a few days. The following day, they still had no electricity. Apparently, the storm had blown through the outdated electric system at their house.

It took several days before they fixed things up completely. But by then, the city had received the neighborhood’s formal complaint. The teenagers could no longer play loud music past 10 p.m., and cops actually came when they tried to defy this ruling.

Finally, Mr. Adams and the rest of his peaceful neighborhood could continue their regular lives.

What can we learn from this story?

1. Respect your elders. These young people didn’t listen when adults politely asked them to stop, and karma hit them back.

2. Don’t abuse your power. They were also using their connections to break the rules and get away with anything. But they lost in the end.

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My Son Drew Pictures of a Strange Man — When I Asked Him, He Said, ‘He Comes to See Mommy When You’re at Work’

I was stunned when my son started drawing a grinning stranger. “He comes to see Mommy when you’re at work,” Oliver said innocently. Initially dismissing it as a childish fantasy, I soon spied a mysterious man entering our home, igniting a chilling quest for the truth.

I found the drawing while tidying up the dining table. Most of Oliver’s pictures were what you’d expect from a six-year-old: dinosaurs with rainbow scales, our house with a chimney that looked more like a volcano, and stick figures of our family holding hands. But this one made me pause.

A man frowning at a drawing | Source: Midjourney

A man frowning at a drawing | Source: Midjourney

Among the crayon scribbles was a tall figure with unnaturally long arms and huge hands, wearing what looked like a suit. The figure had an enormous grin that stretched across most of its face.

“Oliver,” I called out, trying to keep my voice casual as my fingers crinkled the edge of the paper. “Is this me in the picture? Who is this?”

My son looked up from his LEGOs, his blue eyes bright with excitement.

An excited boy with a bright smile | Source: Midjourney

An excited boy with a bright smile | Source: Midjourney

The plastic blocks clattered as he dropped them onto the hardwood floor. “That’s Mr. Smiles, Daddy! He’s Mommy’s new friend. He comes to see her when you’re at work.”

My heart skipped a beat. Laura and I had been married for nine years. We’d had our ups and downs like any couple, weathered job changes and family losses, and celebrated promotions and birthdays. But never, not once, did I think she’d…

No, I shook the thought away. There had to be a reasonable explanation. Laura wasn’t that kind of person. We’d built too much together.

A concerned man holding a paper | Source: Midjourney

A concerned man holding a paper | Source: Midjourney

“When does he come over?” I asked, proud of how steady my voice remained despite the tremor in my hands.

Oliver stacked another block on his tower, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“Sometimes in the morning. Sometimes at night. He always makes Mommy and me laugh.” He glanced up, suddenly serious, his small face scrunching with the weight of importance. “But, Daddy, it’s a secret! Don’t tell anyone!

An emotional man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

The mention of laughter and secrecy felt like ice in my stomach.

That night, I barely slept, watching Laura’s peaceful face in the darkness. The steady rhythm of her breathing, once comforting, now felt like a taunt. Every time she shifted in her sleep, I wondered what she was dreaming about. Who she was dreaming about.

The next day, I left work early, parked down the street from our house, and waited. The fall air grew crisp as the afternoon wore on, and fallen leaves skittered across my windshield. A little after 3 p.m., a sleek black car pulled into our driveway.

A black car parked in a driveway | Source: Pexels

A black car parked in a driveway | Source: Pexels

A tall, wiry man stepped out and marched up to the front door. Even from this distance, I could see his broad smile when Laura welcomed him inside. The door closed behind them.

I gripped my steering wheel until my knuckles turned white; the leather creaking under my fingers.

“Maybe this is all in my head,” I whispered to myself, watching my breath fog the window. “But if I’m wrong, I need to know for sure.”

A man sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

A man sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

Over the next few weeks, I started buying Laura flowers and gifts, trying to rekindle our bond, but I also began documenting everything.

The evidence piled up: receipts for dinners I didn’t attend, calls she’d leave the room to take, and, of course, more pictures of “Mr. Smiles” drawn by Oliver. Each new piece of evidence felt like another brick in a wall being built between us.

Laura noticed the change in me.

A woman staring at her husband during dinner | Source: Midjourney

A woman staring at her husband during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked one day, touching my forehead with concern. “You seem distracted lately.”

The genuine worry in her voice only confused me more. How could she act so normal if she was hiding something so huge?

“I… do you have someone else?” I asked.

“Someone else?” Laura stared at me with wide eyes, then shook her head.

A woman looking at her husband with wide eyes | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking at her husband with wide eyes | Source: Midjourney

“Of course not, honey!” She let out a little chuckle. “How could you think that?”

Maybe I should’ve confronted her then, but all my evidence was circumstantial. I needed cold, hard proof.

One Friday evening, I told Laura I’d be working late. Instead, I set up a hidden camera on the bookshelf in the living room and watched the feed from my car parked around the corner.

A bookshelf in a living room | Source: Pexels

A bookshelf in a living room | Source: Pexels

The screen of my phone cast a blue glow across my face as I waited, my coffee growing cold in its cup holder.

Right on schedule, Mr. Smiles arrived, and Laura greeted him with that same warm smile that used to be reserved for me.

But then something strange happened. He didn’t settle on the couch or share a private dinner. Instead, my sister walked in, and Oliver came bounding down the stairs with a beaming smile. More people arrived: neighbors and friends!

A man looking at his phone in confusion | Source: Midjourney

A man looking at his phone in confusion | Source: Midjourney

They all knew about this? And worse, they were having a secret get-together! I watched in stunned silence as Mr. Smiles, now wearing a festive party hat, juggled three oranges for Oliver and made him laugh.

“What the heck is going on?” I muttered, fumbling with my car door.

Rage and confusion propelled me toward the house. The evening air felt thick and heavy as I stormed up our front walk. I burst through the front door, making everyone freeze mid-conversation, the cheerful music cutting off abruptly.

A group of people in a living room staring at someone in surprise | Source: Midjourney

A group of people in a living room staring at someone in surprise | Source: Midjourney

“Alright, you won,” I said, my voice trembling. “Everyone here knew, didn’t they? Even Oliver? Even my sister?”

“No, no! Please, stop!” Laura’s face had gone pale, her hands clutching a roll of streamers that cascaded to the floor.

I turned to Mr. Smiles, who had stopped juggling and was staring at me with wide eyes.

“You’ve disrespected me as a man, and you’ve got no business being here! It’s my house! It’s my…”

My voice trailed off as I spotted something shiny on the floor.

A man speaking angrily to someone | Source: Midjourney

A man speaking angrily to someone | Source: Midjourney

A banner, not yet hung, with golden letters that read “Happy 10th Anniversary!” The metallic paper caught the light from our living room lamps, throwing sparkles across the ceiling.

The room went completely silent. Laura’s hands covered her mouth, tears welled in her eyes, and she smudged her carefully applied makeup. Mr. Smiles cleared his throat and stepped forward, his famous grin nowhere to be seen.

“Sir, I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he said softly, his professional demeanor never wavering. “I’m a wedding planner and party animator. Your wife hired me months ago to plan this event — your wedding anniversary!”

A man speaking in a living room | Source: Midjourney

A man speaking in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“You thought I was cheating on you?” Laura’s voice cracked with hurt and disbelief, each word falling like a stone between us.

I felt the floor shift beneath my feet. The room suddenly seemed too bright, too crowded, the decorations garish and mocking.

“I… I didn’t know what else to think,” I stammered, my collar feeling too tight. “I saw him coming here, and Oliver said a man kept visiting while I was at work, that this man made you laugh…”

An emotional man looking confused and shocked | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man looking confused and shocked | Source: Midjourney

“Oliver said he made me laugh because he does magic tricks for him when we plan,” Laura interrupted, her voice rising. “I was trying to do something special for you, and you thought I was unfaithful?”

My throat felt tight. “I’m sorry,” I managed to say, the words feeling inadequate. “I was wrong. I let my insecurities get the better of me.”

Laura wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, leaving a dark smudge of mascara. “How could you think that? After everything we’ve been through?”

An emotional woman speaking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman speaking to her husband | Source: Midjourney

The party guests began quietly filing out, murmuring awkward goodbyes, their shoes shuffling across our carpet.

My sister squeezed my shoulder as she left, whispering, “Fix this.” Oliver looked confused and scared, so Laura’s mother took him upstairs to his room, their footsteps echoing in the tense silence.

When we were finally alone, Laura sat on the couch, her shoulders slumped. The streamers lay in tangles around her feet.

An upset woman sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

“I spent months planning this,” she said quietly. “I wanted it to be perfect. Remember our first anniversary? When you surprised me with that picnic in the park? I wanted to do something just as special.”

I sat beside her, careful to leave space between us, the cushions dipping under my weight. “I ruined everything.”

“Yes, you did.” She turned to look at me, her eyes red but fierce. “Trust isn’t just about believing in someone when everything’s perfect. It’s about believing in them when things don’t make sense.”

“I know,” I whispered, feeling the weight of my mistake. “I forgot that somewhere along the way. Can you forgive me?”

A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Midjourney

A couple having a serious conversation | Source: Midjourney

Laura was quiet for a long moment, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of her dress.

“I love you,” she said finally. “But this isn’t something I can just get over. You need to understand how much this hurts.”

I nodded, feeling tears start to fall. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

“It won’t happen overnight,” she warned, her voice stern but not unkind.

A stern-looking woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

A stern-looking woman speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney

“I know. But I’m not going anywhere.” I reached for her hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, she let me take it, her fingers cool against my palm. “Happy anniversary,” I said softly.

She gave a watery laugh that held both forgiveness and reproach. “Happy anniversary, you idiot.”

Upstairs, we heard Oliver laughing at something, probably one of his grandmother’s stories. The sound filled our living room, reminding us of all we had to lose, and all we had to save.

A couple in a living room glancing upwards | Source: Midjourney

A couple in a living room glancing upwards | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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