else could I do? I didn’t know what else to write. Should
I hit the reply button or delete it? My finger hovered over the button to
post it. Hell what can they do if they think it’s a hoax? I suppose they
could ban me, but then the real Sharon would not get her account back.
My mind made up I hit the
reply button. My message appeared and the deed was done. I wanted to see how the
others would react to my post. As I waited for any replies I searched through
the next lot of noisy neighbour victims.
One stood out to me after a
few pages of scrolling. This person had multiple posts, and her name was Dora.
She was living next to a family who were originally from Turkey. They rarely
spoke English, according to her posts. And they never spoke quietly, they
always had to shout, argue, and the strangest thing was she always had to put
up with them having something burning in the back garden, no matter what the
weather was doing.
In the end the Environmental
Health told them they could not use the BBQ to burn old painted wood. The old
paint was creating fumes from their fire, and giving her headaches. The people
were even cooking food over this wood, so goodness knows what it was doing to
them. Although now, it appears the effects are beginning to show.
The man of the house stands by
his back door every morning at 4am coughing his guts up. No doubt caused by the
paint fumes he was burning but also the amount he smokes in general. Every day
he does this, without fail and wakes Dora up, as her bedroom as over her own
back garden.
She had been told that the
noise was normal living noise by the council and they could do nothing about
it. How can it be normal living noise, when no matter where you go in your
house, or to the far end of the garden whilst their windows and doors are shut,
you can still hear them clearly shouting and screaming at one another?
Yet another brush off by the
council. Dora also states that she knows the man is on Disability benefits
because apparently he can’t walk far. Yet she sees him walking just fine around
his garden, and going to and from the house. Benefit fraud maybe?
Anyway, this has been going on
for a couple of years. Their noise is horrendous, and she no longer gets peace
and quiet. Why should she have to put up with this crap? I nodded to myself. I
knew who was next on my list.
Opening the main search engine
I searched online for Turkish superstitions and beliefs. I had to find out what
they most believed in to make my hauntings work. The searches popped up within
a couple of seconds, and I clicked on the top link. Reading through the page, I
took note that Turkish society did not believe in ‘ghosts’ as such but instead
referred to them as ‘Cin’ (pronounced Gin). Similar to a ghost, they are
believed to be a being on earth that we cannot see or hear. Any relation with a
Cin is considered to be harmful because of their energy levels, but Cin’s can
apparently be both good and bad. They were also thought to be made of
fire, and that certain people can be on the same plane or frequency as a Cin
and so can communicate with them. I read further along. Cin’s are the most
feared beings, and most will take them seriously.
“Interesting,” I mused. “Gives me some idea of how to
combat this next lot of imbeciles I suppose.”
Slipping inside the laptop
again, I found the broadband line I needed and made my way to my destination.
Turkish Disasters
The incessant screaming and
shouting was almost too much for me when I appeared at the other end. The home
I was in was decorated with a flock feature wall, with light creams and
coloured accents around the room, in the cushions, the curtains, all very
tasteful. I hated the fact that inconsiderate neighbours took away the victims
enjoyment of their own homes. That we, the victims had to live our lives around
theirs, and if we ever did anything to annoy them, then we would be accountable
by the authorities,
I hit the reply button or delete it? My finger hovered over the button to
post it. Hell what can they do if they think it’s a hoax? I suppose they
could ban me, but then the real Sharon would not get her account back.
My mind made up I hit the
reply button. My message appeared and the deed was done. I wanted to see how the
others would react to my post. As I waited for any replies I searched through
the next lot of noisy neighbour victims.
One stood out to me after a
few pages of scrolling. This person had multiple posts, and her name was Dora.
She was living next to a family who were originally from Turkey. They rarely
spoke English, according to her posts. And they never spoke quietly, they
always had to shout, argue, and the strangest thing was she always had to put
up with them having something burning in the back garden, no matter what the
weather was doing.
In the end the Environmental
Health told them they could not use the BBQ to burn old painted wood. The old
paint was creating fumes from their fire, and giving her headaches. The people
were even cooking food over this wood, so goodness knows what it was doing to
them. Although now, it appears the effects are beginning to show.
The man of the house stands by
his back door every morning at 4am coughing his guts up. No doubt caused by the
paint fumes he was burning but also the amount he smokes in general. Every day
he does this, without fail and wakes Dora up, as her bedroom as over her own
back garden.
She had been told that the
noise was normal living noise by the council and they could do nothing about
it. How can it be normal living noise, when no matter where you go in your
house, or to the far end of the garden whilst their windows and doors are shut,
you can still hear them clearly shouting and screaming at one another?
Yet another brush off by the
council. Dora also states that she knows the man is on Disability benefits
because apparently he can’t walk far. Yet she sees him walking just fine around
his garden, and going to and from the house. Benefit fraud maybe?
Anyway, this has been going on
for a couple of years. Their noise is horrendous, and she no longer gets peace
and quiet. Why should she have to put up with this crap? I nodded to myself. I
knew who was next on my list.
Opening the main search engine
I searched online for Turkish superstitions and beliefs. I had to find out what
they most believed in to make my hauntings work. The searches popped up within
a couple of seconds, and I clicked on the top link. Reading through the page, I
took note that Turkish society did not believe in ‘ghosts’ as such but instead
referred to them as ‘Cin’ (pronounced Gin). Similar to a ghost, they are
believed to be a being on earth that we cannot see or hear. Any relation with a
Cin is considered to be harmful because of their energy levels, but Cin’s can
apparently be both good and bad. They were also thought to be made of
fire, and that certain people can be on the same plane or frequency as a Cin
and so can communicate with them. I read further along. Cin’s are the most
feared beings, and most will take them seriously.
“Interesting,” I mused. “Gives me some idea of how to
combat this next lot of imbeciles I suppose.”
Slipping inside the laptop
again, I found the broadband line I needed and made my way to my destination.
Turkish Disasters
The incessant screaming and
shouting was almost too much for me when I appeared at the other end. The home
I was in was decorated with a flock feature wall, with light creams and
coloured accents around the room, in the cushions, the curtains, all very
tasteful. I hated the fact that inconsiderate neighbours took away the victims
enjoyment of their own homes. That we, the victims had to live our lives around
theirs, and if we ever did anything to annoy them, then we would be accountable
by the authorities,
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