Gemotions

The note was tucked under the windshield wiper, written in a furious scrawl. "The incessant thumping from your property is unacceptable!" it spat. Liam ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more a comb-through of bewilderment than anything else. He lived alone. He worked from home. He barely turned his stereo up. He walked over to the edge of his yard and looked at the neighbor's house, a neat little bungalow, windows dark. He had no idea what was happening. He’d lived there for five years, and this was a first.