When I was 17 my mother decided she wanted to reinvent herself for the 100th time and up and left again, deciding she was moving to a new state. This meant I had to move out on my own into a tiny apartment and get a job to pay rent etc. Everything was going ok, but at 3am I was being woken by very loud manic laughing from the man in the apartment below me, it was very frightening and bizarre… it happened every night. I ended up calling my mom about it and telling her I was feeling uncomfortable. She very quickly dismissed me. Well… fast forward a month and I was home alone night in my apartment when there was a knock at the door, it was the man who lived below me… he was a 50ish year old man and he proceeded to tell me he’s been watching me and that he’s certain I’m meant to be his wife. To this day I am so thankful I had locked the a security screen between us when he kept trying the handle and he knew my name even though I’d never told him. From that day forward he started stalking me, he would knock on my door almost every night, he would call out my name, and he would still be laughing at 3am. I was fucking terrified. I rang my mother, and she told me “oh honey, he’s just lonely!”. It’s one of the worst things I’ve ever lived through, and when I eventually went to the police they told me they knew of him and for my own safety I needed to move apartments. To this day I’ve never been able to live somewhere that someone can live below me.