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.
A group of college kids became his new neighbors | Source: Shutterstock
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 lived in a quiet neighborhood. | Source: Pexels
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.”
Linda came to greet Mr. Adams. | Source: Pexels
“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 had growing concerns about his new neighbors. | Source: Pexels
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.
The neighbors hosted rowdy parties. | Source: Pexels
“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.”
A conceited teenager tells Mr. Adams to go away. | Source: Pexels
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.
Mr. Adams talked to Linda again about their problems. | Source: Pexels
“I asked around, Mr. Adams. Last night was terrible too. I was on the phone with Mrs. Lowry, who knows everything around here. She told me that one of the teenager’s moms is part of the association,” Linda answered.
“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.
Linda had an idea but it will take time. | Source: Pexels
“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.
Their teenage neighbors kept having parties. | Source: Pexels
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.
A lightning storm cut out their power.| Source: Pexels
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.
What can we learn from this story?
1. Respect your elders. These young people didn’t listen when adults politely asked them to stop, and karma hit them back.
2. Don’t abuse your power. They were also using their connections to break the rules and get away with anything. But they lost in the end.
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Wealthy Heir Humiliates Beggar Outside Luxury Hotel, Finds His Bank Account Drained Next Morning
Peter was raised in luxury, being the only son of a wealthy hotel owner.
Unfortunately, his privileged upbringing turned him into an arrogant young man who believed himself superior to others.
One afternoon, Peter entered his father’s grand hotel and was welcomed by Jenny, a new employee. She politely asked if he’d like a welcome drink.
“Don’t you know who I am?” Peter scoffed. “I only drink a special blend prepared just for me.”
Unaware of his preferences — since she had only been working at the hotel for a week — Jenny apologized and went to the kitchen to prepare his drink.
Peter then approached his father’s assistant, Marcus. True to his nature, Peter mocked him.
“Why the long face, Marcus? How do you expect to work in hospitality when you can’t even manage a smile?”
Marcus responded respectfully, apologizing for appearing tired.
“Soon I’ll be running this place,” Peter boasted. “When that happens, there won’t be room for excuses.”
Without waiting for a reply, Peter walked into his father’s office.
There, Mr. Greenwood advised his son to treat everyone with respect, reminding him that every person in the hotel, no matter their role, contributed to its success. But Peter brushed off the advice and asked his father to consider retiring and letting him take over the business.
Seeing Peter’s impatience and arrogance, Mr. Greenwood proposed a challenge instead: five businessmen from different countries would be visiting the hotel, and Peter’s task was to ensure their stay was flawless.
Feeling confident, Peter settled into his father’s office chair, bragging to a friend on the phone about being in charge for the day. However, his call was interrupted by the sound of someone singing loudly outside.
Looking out the window, Peter saw a homeless man singing on the sidewalk near the hotel entrance. Furious that such a scene might tarnish the hotel’s image, he rushed out to confront the man.
“What do you think you’re doing here, singing in front of my hotel?” Peter snapped. “Soon, important guests will be arriving, and I don’t want them seeing you here. Leave immediately!”
At that moment, Marcus stepped in, offering the homeless man $500 to find food and shelter for the night, hoping to de-escalate the situation.
The man accepted the money gratefully and left, while Marcus reminded Peter that their first guest was about to arrive.
The businessmen arrived and were soon enjoying their stay. Their praise for the hotel’s food and service gave Peter a sense of accomplishment. But his relief was short-lived.
Later that evening, the same homeless man returned, this time wanting to use the $500 to rent a room for the night. Peter reluctantly agreed but instructed staff to place him in a room far from the guests.
Yet, Peter remained determined to drive the man away. When Mr. Roberts, one of the businessmen, reported that his valuable family heirloom watch was missing from the restroom, Peter saw an opportunity.
He sneakily planted the watch in the homeless man’s room, then informed the police that he had seen the man acting suspiciously.
The police searched the room, found the watch, and questioned the homeless man. Calmly, the man denied any involvement, expressing surprise at the situation but agreeing to cooperate with the authorities.
The next morning, Peter was feeling triumphant — until his father entered the room with news that would shake him.
Expecting praise, Peter was instead told to check his bank account. To his shock, his multi-million-dollar account balance had dwindled to a single dollar.
His father revealed the truth — the homeless man Peter had insulted and framed was Mr. Greenwood himself, disguised to test Peter’s character.
“You may have handled the guests well,” Mr. Greenwood said sternly, “but you failed to uphold the values that matter most: respect, integrity, and compassion.”
As Peter left the hotel, burdened by the weight of his actions, he realized that true leadership wasn’t about wealth or status — it was about character, humility, and treating everyone with dignity.
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