To evaluate the living experience of our condo development, I randomly chose an apartment and moved in.

I didn’t expect that within just half a month, the neighbor had already thrown trash at my doorstep for three consecutive days.

When I went to confront her, she pointed her finger in my face and cursed,

“You bitch! Living alone in such a big place, would it kill you to take out a bag of trash for me?”

With that, she flung a bag of wet garbage right into my face. The liquid splattered, foul and reeking.

I stood there, not wiping my face, not saying a word.

What she didn’t know was that I had another mission here—

to designate one of the units on this floor as the garbage transfer station for the entire building.

Since she loved throwing trash so much,

I didn’t mind making her place the “perfect location.”

…

“Karen Miller, what reason do you have to throw trash at someone else’s door?”

I glared at the spiteful woman in front of me, forcing down my anger.

“Oh wow, so fierce at such a young age? Careful, you’ll scare off your chances of getting married.”

“Didn’t I just leave a few bags of garbage at your door? Throwing away trash gets rid of bad luck! The more bags, the more bad luck is gone! I didn’t even ask you for money, you should be thanking me.”

Her tone was mocking, as if I was the one being unreasonable.

Her words made my veins throb.

I picked up the bag she had just tossed and threw it back at her feet. “Fine! I’ve gotten rid of enough bad luck today. Why don’t I help you get rid of some too?”

Karen, who had sounded so nonchalant a moment ago, jumped back in fright from the bag at her feet. “We can talk, but why are you throwing things?!”

Then she started fake-crying, “Robert! Jason! Someone’s trying to hit me at the door! Aren’t you going to do something?”

Right on cue, a little boy’s voice rang from inside the apartment: “Let me see who’s shameless enough to bully my mom!”

The door swung open. Robert Miller and his son, Jason Miller, stepped out and stood on either side of Karen.

The three of them looked down at me with arrogant disdain, as if their mere numbers gave them the right to do whatever they pleased.

I raised my voice firmly. “Open your eyes and see clearly—it was your family who dumped trash first!

All I did was give it back. I never once threatened this woman’s safety!”

But Karen kept shouting, “All you ever do is go to work and hide at home. What’s the big deal about a few extra bags of trash? Would it kill you?”

So she even timed her dumping to match my schedule.

I shot back mercilessly, “And you—useless as ever—if all you can do is dump trash at other people’s doors, why haven’t you cremated yourself in advance?”

Karen’s face flushed red with rage. “You dare curse me to die!”

She hurled another bag of wet garbage straight at me.

Caught off guard, I took the hit square in the face.

Rotten liquid ran down from my forehead all the way to my legs.

I stood frozen, stunned.

Never in my entire life had I been treated this way.

The stench clung to me, choking me until I nearly vomited.

Across from me, the family of three pointed at my sorry state and burst into cruel laughter.

I wished right then and there that they’d all drop dead.

The only reason I had moved into this condo community was because my father was preparing me to take over the family company. He had given me a basic position to build experience—

and moving into one of our own developments was part of that process.

Of course, I also had a special side task here—choosing one unit in this building for “special use.”

I just didn’t expect to run into such vile neighbors right away.

Not long after moving in, I had met the other neighbors on this floor. Everyone else seemed fine.

At first, I thought maybe the trash came from them, so I tossed it out a few times on their behalf. But when I asked around, I realized none of them had done it.

So I ordered a new smart lock with a built-in camera.

That’s when the culprits were revealed.

It was none other than Robert, Karen, and their son Jason.

Their apartment was at the far end of the long hallway, the unit furthest from mine.

Which meant they walked all the way down here just to dump their garbage at my door—

instead of using the trash bins right outside.

No wonder I hadn’t suspected them.

Karen pointed at my door, and Jason bounced happily as he dropped a bag of trash like it was some glorious deed.

Watching the footage made my blood boil, and that’s why I stormed over to knock on their door.

That was the scene from before.

Holding back the rancid stench clinging to me, I hunched and stumbled step by step back to my own door.

If I didn’t shower soon, I was afraid I’d faint from the smell.

Their laughter rang in my ears, piercing, while I blinked away tears of rage.

I couldn’t reveal my identity yet.

But give me a little time, and I’d make sure they paid.

Back inside, I scrubbed myself five or six times until my skin was red and raw.

Then I started cleaning—every inch of the floor along the path I had walked to the bathroom.

By the time I finished, it was midnight. Exhausted, I collapsed into bed.

For once, I slept without dreams.

But lying there, I caught a faint stench of garbage, growing stronger by the minute.

Following the smell to the front door, I realized it was seeping through the cracks.

Without thinking, I yanked the door open.

Instantly, piles of trash bags tumbled toward me, pressing through every gap, even the space above the doorframe.

In seconds, my doorway had become a mountain of garbage.

Panicked, I slammed the door shut just before the avalanche poured inside.

If I’d hesitated another moment, I would’ve been buried alive.

My heart pounded. Breathing hard, I pulled up the smart lock’s camera feed.

Panning from top to bottom, side to side, all I could see was a wall of trash blocking my door.

The garbage mountain was horrifyingly real.

I rewound the footage to earlier that morning.

And there they were—the shameless family of three.

The video showed Robert, Karen, and Jason pushing a cart into the elevator.

By the time they came out, the cart was stacked with bags of trash.

Together, laughing, they piled the bags high at my door.

One cart. Two carts. Three carts…

From ankle height, to knee, until the heap swallowed the camera.

Even then, they didn’t stop.

I could hear the rustling as they continued stacking bags.

God knows how many dumpsters they had emptied.

Fury prickled my scalp. I immediately dialed 911 and explained everything.

The officers were skeptical at first, but they came quickly.

And when they arrived, they were stunned by the sight before them.

A mountain of trash, taller than a man, sealed my front door completely.

The officers had planned to speak with me in person, but now they couldn’t even get close.

They had no choice but to call me again.

“Ms. Harris, we’re at your door now. We believe you.”

I sent them the surveillance footage. “Here’s the full recording of their actions. It should be clear enough.”

On the line, the officers fell silent for several seconds, clearly shaken by what they’d seen.

“Ms. Harris, the evidence is undeniable. We’ll confront the other party immediately. Their behavior seriously violates city ordinances. They’ll be ordered to clean this up and fined.”

I thanked them through the door and listened as they used a loudspeaker to summon the Millers.

Ten minutes later, I heard movement outside.

Karen’s shrill voice rang out:

“Officers! We were just trying to do a good deed! She lives alone, her doorway piled high with garbage, so we helped her clean it up. Is that wrong?”

I nearly laughed in disbelief.

The officers weren’t amused either. “You call this cleaning? You blocked her door with the entire building’s trash! She couldn’t even get out!”

They played the video I’d sent—on speaker. From inside, I could hear the Millers’ voices mocking me: “Bitch.” “Let her act smug now.” “She deserves to rot in the stink.”

Suddenly, it was silent outside.

After a pause, Robert stammered, “O-officers, it was just a joke… we didn’t think it through…”

“A joke? This is harassment and a serious disruption of public order! You will apologize and clean this up right now. Otherwise, each of you faces a $5,000 fine and five days in county jail.”

At the mention of fines and jail, Karen’s tone softened instantly, sobbing, “We’ll clean it! We’ll do it right now! Jason, apologize to your auntie!”

Jason mumbled something under his breath.

“Louder!” one officer barked. “Say it like you mean it!”

Jason finally shouted, “Sorry!”

Through the door, I replied coldly, “I don’t accept half-hearted apologies. And you will clean this yourselves—no janitors, no hired help.”

The officers agreed, standing guard as the Millers began their work.

Through the peephole, I watched them in masks, scrambling to collect the trash. Karen gagged and rolled her eyes, Robert dripped sweat, and Jason cried as the stench overwhelmed him.

Two hours later, the doorway was finally cleared.

Before leaving, the officers warned them again: “Do this one more time and you’ll be taken straight to the station.”

The Millers promised repeatedly, then slunk back into their apartment.

I thought the matter was finally settled.

But the very next night, I caught that familiar reek again—

and sensed someone sneaking at my door.

Still on edge from last time, I opened it a crack—

and found Robert standing there with a trash bag in hand.

It was the same bag I had just placed outside, waiting to take down later.

Robert smiled awkwardly. “Sorry. We went too far last time. Our apology was rushed and insincere. My wife sent me to apologize again.”