John Crewdson Esq. Part 1- 'Wouldn't it Be Nice, To Get on With Me Neighbours'.

I think the house next door is cursed. Everyone who has lived there has gone insane.The first couple I shared cavity space with where very young and spent every night screaming at each other, and then breaking their own stuff. I should explain that the walls of my house are thinner than rice paper so at night I avoid walking in front of lamps, less the neighbours think I'm putting of some form of avant-garde shadow puppet show. As the old joke goes -" I Could Even Hear Them Changing Their Minds". So, one night, when I awoke to the usual shouts and bangs I was startled by a louder than usual crash. The bloke (well, more of a boy really), then shouted: "look what you've done - you made me kill your goldfish!" followed by the girl running out of the house screaming. She returned a few moments later and threw a brick through her own front window. At this point I phoned the police. They duly arrived and took the girl away for smashing the window, but failed to arrest the young lad for piscicide.
They moved out shortly after but, alas, the peace was short lived. The Welsh Terror was soon to arrive…..

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