We were having breakfast this morning when someone knocked on our door. There was a tortured looking woman outside. "Your kids scream really loudly when they walk to the elevator in the morning," she said. "I can't sleep." Not something one expects to hear at 7:30 in the morning. Dan just nodded and closed the door. Then we thought: we get out of the apartment at 8:25am; how much longer can one be expecting to sleep on a weekday. Even if the kids were loud, which I doubt. None of us had ever seen this woman before, or, for anything, had seen any people on our floor at best 10 times total in our 8 months here. So we will treat this one as an apparition. I suspect she may haunt again, but it is better to be prepared. 
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