Part 2Acid Rain Apocalypse: I Made My Obnoxious Neighbor Karen Reap What She Sowed

After graduating from college, I went to work in another city.

My parents, wanting me to live comfortably, bought a small two-bedroom apartment near my workplace.

On the first day I moved in, Karen, the neighbor, came to talk to me proactively.

She was the security guard for this area, her husband worked at the same company as me, and she had a son in high school preparing for his final exams.

Being new to the city, Karen's enthusiasm made me feel welcome. After learning that her husband worked with me, I let my guard down even more.

Our company had good benefits, often distributing fruits and flour during holidays.

I always used the excuse of living alone to give part of my benefits to her family.

She would always accept them with a smile, not forgetting to compliment me.

Looking back now, Karen seemed to always be taking things from me, but never gave me anything in return. Those light compliments were far less substantial than actual material goods.

I couldn't help but recall the pain of slowly losing my life in the acid rain in my dream. The moonlight outside the window flowed slowly, the neighborhood was peaceful, showing no signs of the hell on earth that would come in half a month.

Karen's cursing voice next door was particularly clear: "I must have been blind to marry into this family, I'm so unlucky to live with you people, a husband who doesn't strive for success, a son who doesn't study, how can my life be so miserable!"

Then came the sound of dishes and bowls being smashed.

I took out my phone and sent Karen a voice message on SnapChat, "You're really noisy, even if your family life is bad, you shouldn't disturb others in the middle of the night."