I had a neighbour from hell once. Him and his friends would come home two o'clock at night, slam the door and put some music on, really, really loud. It gets worse: he played the same music every time, the same artist, the same records, in the same order.
I can't stand to hear that artist now.
Music would end between six and eight in the morning.
If you went to complain you would meet five guys like biker types who'd stare at you, with overarms as big as I don't now what.
I did complain to the super, but after 6 complaints the super and a guy from the administration came to my appartment to explain how this was all my fault, I was being difficult. He had a right to play loud music all night if he came home late!
So I moved out. Only thing to do.
You feel so invaded when they bring their nose into your appartment. It's like they are in your appartment.
I volunteer to send her something too. I don't smoke, but my cats often bring home dead mice.