It sounds like a goddamned exorcism is taking place upstairs.
The beating on the floor starts at 1 p.m daily. Mom was more sick than usual today and has experienced zero peace to be able to relax and try to heal.
It’s now 9 p.m and those little (and big) bitches sound like they’re gonna come through the floorboards any minute. With their furniture.
I used to do work at night. I gave it up when I moved here. It’s the only positive thing I can say about these freaks.
Three weeks and three days …