No One Sleeps Tonight… Until Karma Decides Otherwise Mr. Adams had lived peacefully in his quiet, friendly neighborhood for years. A widower with grown children living far away, he found comfort in the calm atmosphere and kind neighbors. When the family next door moved out, he hoped the new tenants would be just as respectful. Unfortunately, that hope quickly faded. A group of college students moved in—barely 18, loud, and inconsiderate. Almost immediately, they threw wild parties that went on until the early hours of the morning. On the first night, the music didn’t stop until 5 a.m., leaving Mr. Adams and many others wide awake and frustrated. The next morning, his neighbor Linda, a young mother across the street, came over. She looked exhausted. Her kids had been kept up by the noise too. Mr. Adams confessed he had thought about calling the police but hesitated, unsure if it would help. Linda said she nearly did too but gave the kids the benefit of the doubt. Together, they agreed to wait and see if the noise continued. But it did—every single night. Finally, after another sleepless evening, Mr. Adams walked over to the house and politely asked them to lower the volume. The response? A rude dismissal. “Not my problem,” one of the teens said. “My dad’s the sheriff. You can’t do anything.” Then he slammed the door in Mr. Adams’ face. Calls to the police and the Homeowners Association (HOA) went unanswered. It seemed the teenager wasn’t lying about his connections. Even Linda learned from another neighbor, Mrs. Lowry, that one of the boys’ mothers was on the HOA board. Determined to do something, Mr. Adams and Linda started gathering signatures to file a formal complaint with the local council. It would take time, but they were committed. Meanwhile, the teens kept partying. Every night. One evening, they even put up a bold sign: “NO ONE SLEEPS TONIGHT!” But karma had other plans. During a particularly intense storm, the teens partied outdoors with music blasting, completely ignoring the weather. Then, a huge lightning bolt struck nearby—and the music suddenly died. Their speakers had been fried, and the house lost power. Mr. Adams, peeking from his window, couldn’t help but smile. Nature had done what the authorities couldn’t. For days, the house remained dark while repairs were underway. And just in time, the city responded to the formal complaint. From then on, a strict noise ordinance was enforced—no music after 10 p.m. The police finally began responding to calls, and the teens quickly realized their power was gone. Peace returned to the neighborhood, and Mr. Adams could finally read and sleep in silence again