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Oh I promise I tried. The first time I talked to her was because it sounded like she was rearranging furniture everyday but it would screech across the floor like nails on a chalkboard. Every morning around 7. My mom was going through chemo and radiation at the time so she was already exhausted all the time. So one day I decided this was getting too ridiculous and I bought some felt pad stickers you put on chair legs. Brought them up to her and explained my situation calmly and even offered to put the stickers on her chairs for her. She kept saying I was the guy from the 10th floor (I am not) and that she knows I’ve lived there for years (I had not). After I put the stickers on, she said “ok now get out and stay out!”. Pretty sure she took the stickers off because the screeching got even worse after that interaction. The next time I knocked on her door to ask her to turn her music down at midnight she just yelled at me through the door. This sack of shit has no intention to be friendly unfortunately.