Take it up with your downstairs neighbours
From Create Your Own Story
Waking up shouldn't be a life-threatening experience, you think, as you pick up the rock. Strong woman or not, she has to do something about those little demons.
You descend the ancient stone staircase and walk down the hall towards your neighbours' rooms. As you approach, you hear the dulcet tones of your neighbours screaming at each other in Slavic as what sound like heavy pieces of furniture crash against the walls. You patiently wait for a lull in the fighting. After several minutes, you realize this could take quite a while, so you figure you might as well go outside and use the latrine in the meantime.
You duck as you shuffle past the door, and a good thing you do, as a kitchen knife whizzes out of the room at about neck-height. You stand up, yawn and stretch, and open your front door.
You stop dead in your tracks, and your blood runs ice-cold. Standing right in front of you is none other than your landlord, flanked by three armed goons!
You:
