A group of young students moved next to an older neighbor and wouldn’t stop blasting their music. They insulted the older man, but they soon learned that no one should mess with karma.

Mr. Adams had been living in his small two-bedroom house for many years. His dear wife passed away some time ago, and his children lived on the other side of the country. It could get lonely, but his neighborhood was amazing.

He was surrounded by caring families and tons of lovely people, especially next door. However, they were moving away soon because they needed more space for their growing family.

Mr. Adams wished them all the best and hoped that whoever filled that vacancy would be just as nice. Unfortunately, his prayers were not answered. A group of young college students moved into the house a few weeks later.

They couldn’t be older than 18, which meant fresh out of high school. Mr. Adams dreaded this situation but hoped that this group understood that they had just moved into a quiet neighborhood.

Sadly, he was wrong once again. As soon as they finished moving all their things, the teenagers started having parties. They got loud, and many other young people showed up. They didn’t turn off their music until 5 a.m. on a Monday.

Mr. Adams had no idea what to do, but he was thinking of calling the Home Owners Association while watering his plants that morning. That’s when he saw Linda Shaw coming towards him. She lived across Mr. Adams with her husband and two preschool-aged children.

“Good morning, Mr. Adams!” she greeted.

“Good morning, Linda. How was your night?” he said.

“Oh. It was absolutely terrible. I couldn’t sleep for a second. Then my kids woke up around 2 a.m. and didn’t go back to bed until 5 a.m. when the music stopped,” Linda explained. “It’s funny because we have never had problems in this neighborhood.”

“I know what you mean. It was still a nightmare for me, though,” Mr. Adams added. “But I didn’t know if calling the cops was the right move.”

“I almost did it myself, but I didn’t want to cause any issues if they were just celebrating that first night in their new house,” she continued.

“Would the HOA help?” Mr. Adams asked.

“Maybe, although it’s hard to say why they let a group of teens move into this neighborhood. They might have connections,” Linda said. “Well, I’ve got to go. Lots of errands today, and hopefully, I can squeeze in a nap before picking up the kids.”

Mr. Adams said goodbye and decided to talk to these young people if they continued being loud, which probably wouldn’t happen until the weekend. But the neighbors decided to have another huge party that night, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He went to their house and knocked on the door. A young man opened and frowned at Mr. Adams. “Hello? Can I help you?” he said.

“Young man, do you live here?” Mr. Adams asked.

“Yes. Who’s asking?” he answered.

“I’m your next-door neighbor. I need to ask you kids to keep your music down. This is a nice neighborhood with tons of families and older people,” Mr. Adams said as politely as possible.

“So? That’s not my problem. I pay rent just like anyone else, and I get to play as much music as I want to,” the young man responded rudely.

“I will call the cops if you guys don’t keep it down,” Mr. Adams threatened calmly.

“Go ahead. My dad’s the sheriff at the police station. There’s nothing you can do,” he said and smirked. “Now, go away old dude. This party doesn’t need an old fart hanging around. If you don’t like the music, move to a nursing home.”

The teenager slammed the door in Mr. Adams’ face, the old man shocked by such insolence. Was the boy lying about his father? Would the cops really not answer his complaint? He had to try, at least.

But it looked like his neighbor was not lying because the squad car never came, and the teens enjoyed this party until 4 a.m.

“Linda, do you know if we can complain to the HOA about these young people?” Mr. Adams asked that morning after knocking on Linda’s door.

“I can’t believe this. One of them said that his father was the sheriff, and it has to be true because the cops never came after I called,” he continued.

“Mrs. Lowry said that we need to file a formal complaint to the local council with several signatures. I think a lot of people will sign it, but that takes time. My husband didn’t get any rest last night either. I don’t know how much of this we can take,” Linda said.

“Let’s go ahead with the complaint. I’ll help you get the signatures. In the meantime, we can tell everyone to call the HOA and the cops to see if that pressure gets a reaction,” Mr. Adams devised and went back home.

Unfortunately, it looked like these young people were really connected because the calls to the HOA and the cops didn’t help at all. But he and Linda collected all the signatures needed to file the formal complaint. They would have to wait for now.

Meanwhile, the neighbors continued having parties every single day since they moved into that house. Almost the entire neighborhood had knocked on their door to try and reason with them, but they wouldn’t listen.

One night, they added a sign over the front of their house, which read: “NO ONE SLEEPS TONIGHT!” Mr. Adams couldn’t believe this level of disrespect for others.

They even partied heavily during a huge storm. Their speakers were getting wet, but they seemed fine until a huge lightning bolt thundered and seemed to hit their equipment.

The music stopped miraculously, and when Mr. Adams peeked through his windows, he saw that the entire house had lost power. He laughed to himself and thought that nature was getting revenge on their behalf.

He could finally read his novel and slept soundly for the first time in a few days. The following day, they still had no electricity. Apparently, the storm had blown through the outdated electric system at their house.

It took several days before they fixed things up completely. But by then, the city had received the neighborhood’s formal complaint. The teenagers could no longer play loud music past 10 p.m., and cops actually came when they tried to defy this ruling.

Finally, Mr. Adams and the rest of his peaceful neighborhood could continue their regular lives.