If you can't read it it says, "You guys are way to loud all the time can you PLEASE stop walking so hard and talking so loud or we'll have to go to the manager about it Thank You!"
No we don't have proof, but we are pretty sure that this was written by the 12 year old girl who lives below us who we have dubbed the "banshee." If we are correct this note is coming from the girl who screams at all hours of the day for half and hour or more. Her and her mother and brothers have these yelling matches I'm only assuming to see who can scream the loudest. The girl wins though. Her favorite thing to say, no scream is, "MOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!"
To be fair Rachel isn't the quietest kid, but I do my best. It's really funny because the day we got this letter, Rachel had taken an early nap from 11-1:30. Then we went to the park for an hour or so. After that we ran some errands returning home around 4. I had to stop at the leasing office for something and this girl was playing at the park for a while. Around 4:30 we got back up to our apartment and the note appeared somewhere between then and 5:45 when Spencer got home and found it on the door. So she's upset about an hour of time when I was playing with Rachel compared to all the many hours we have listened to her scream and slam doors. Doesn't sound completely even if you ask me.
Now we have gone to the manager a few times only because the screaming fits occur at horrible hours in the morning or night. Our first experience with her screaming happened a few months ago. With what we have endured over the last few months I really wish I had sent that first letter. I've even had to call the police because I didn't know if she was getting beat up by her brothers one day and I wasn't about to find out myself! At first I was just angry about her disrupting my sleep or waking Rachel up, but now I seriously think this girl needs professional help. She has some serious mental issues to be screaming and having the fits she does. I just hope that she can get the help she needs or she is going to have a rough life.
Oh how I yearn for the day when we live in a house where there's at least 10 feet between neighbors on all sides. Ahhh, apartment life...