Before I moved I had a pair of neighbours like this. Their bedroom was under my living room and the floor between us was timber, which they made creak more by heating their room like a sauna. Half my age, went to bed early. I went up at 10.30 pm. The other neighbour on top of them had a laminate floor, but also biker and goth visitors, never complained about her. I wrote the following, to the tune of Tom Lehrer's Vatican Rag.
First you bang upon her floor,
Then you block her garage door,
There's no need to hesitate,
Intimidate, intimidate, intimidate.
Take whatever steps you want for
She's no defence and furthermore
Nobody will shop yer, there's no law will stop yer
Doing the harassers' rag
Send her letters multifolded,
Misspelled, underlined and bolded,
Make her feel she's being scolded,
And you've got her strangleholded.
Do all that you can to grieve her
She's old and single, who'll believe her
Two, four, six, eight,
Make her home depreciate.
Disconnect her water main,
Drive straight at her, then again,
Say "I never saw you, mate,"
Intimidate, intimidate, intimidate.
When your neighbour's broken hearted
You'll be so glad that you started
Nobody will shop yer, there's no law will stop yer
Doing the harassers' rag.
Claim she's falling through the floor,
Say "That's just a metaphor",
Don't stick to facts, but overstate,
Intimidate, intimidate, intimidate.
When you've shattered the old witch
Boast you've sorted out the bitch
When you've done it fully
It's great to be a bully
Getting her traumatic you'll
Be feeling so fanatical
Doing the harasser's rag.
The floor banging was long after I'd gone to bed on the floor above - I was in a two floor maisonette. The clever touch was banging on the underside of the lower stairs in their bedroom cupboard so it sounded as is someone was coming up the stairs. I haven't invented anything above,
I think their chief objection was to my breathing.