Free All Hope Lost by Samantha Dorrell

the so-called authorities, are offensive and
distressing to those of us who are the victims. How dare they!   I
continued reading.
     
    It appears also that the
neighbours like to copy the lady. She went out to mow her lawn. Four times that
same week, her neighbour mowed his lawn. Grass doesn’t grow that quick does
it? The housing association refuse to do anything about her neighbours,
even though they have evidence up to their eyeballs about them breaking their
tenancy rules. What’s the point in having these rules if they don’t stick by
them? Oh wait. One of them mentions that the neighbour in question is one of
the housing officers’ friends! I shook my head sadly. Friendship with a
noisy neighbour shouldn’t mean she should be getting away with what she is
doing. I had a feeling I would be paying this one a visit as well as the
noisy neighbour.
     
    I continued to read on, my
eyes rolling as the more I read, the more furious I became. The lady had
written about the housing association stating that the sound recording that had
the evidence of the noise was not enough, but was also not passed over to the
Environmental Health. The anti-social behaviour officer at the housing
association made the decision that there was not enough evidence in the
recording to deem it a nuisance. The lady had asked the housing association
about whether this person was qualified to make this decision, and she was told
that she “doesn’t have to be qualified to make a decision and they use the same
guidelines as the Environmental Health, and that the Environmental Health
Officer said she was happy to the anti-social behaviour officer at the housing
association do this.”
     
    I knew, from my own
experience, that this was a complete lie. The only qualified persons to deal
with this would be an environmental health officer, and they as well have no
right to ‘deputise’ anyone to do their job. So this poor woman has had both her
housing association and her local environmental health fobbing her off.
    Time for some vengeance! My
fists clenched and hopping into the laptop, found the ladies message line and
hurtled myself along it. Her abusive neighbour days were about to be over.

CHAPTER TEN
     
    As I hopped out the other end
of the line, I could immediately hear the banging doors, banging on the walls,
and the screaming of unruly kids. I had had enough of parents that didn’t teach
their children respect for others, consideration or general good manners any
more. These children would just end up like their mother if I let this
continue. First up, the real monster under the bed. I walked through the
adjoining wall to find the mother throwing a ball against the wall, and
encouraging one of her children to do the same. The other child, I found
jumping off a bed to crash on the floor, screaming. I knew at that moment that
this job may be one that drained me, but there was no way I was going to let
them continue this charade. If this wasn’t harassment and excessive noise, I
didn’t know what was. I headed for the children’s bedroom and slid under one of
the beds. These kids are going to learn their manners very fast.
     
    It was already late, and any
normal household would have had their younger children in bed and asleep
already hours ago. I waited and listened carefully as the mother rounded up the
children and bought them to bed. As she tucked them in, and headed out the
door, I started to shimmer violently. The bed above me started to shake. The
young boy gasped, his brother on the other bed looking on.  I stopped
shaking it then and made a growling noise. Both boys made a cry and held onto
the duvets tightly.
     
    “Muuuuuuum” the boy above me cried. “Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum!”
    The mother rushed upstairs and opened the door. “What?
What’s wrong?”
    “There’s something under the bed!” the boy whispered.
    She lifted the duvet and ducked down to peer under the
bed. “Nothing there boys. Now go to sleep you two.”