My Weird upstairs neighbor

My life was a normal and peaceful life, but my new upstairs neighbor is driving me crazy with all his odd and weird activities. He wore a 19th-century clothing, clown makeup, and spoke in riddles. He also had an odor of something skunky and chocolate factory sweet. The skunky odor answered most of my questions about him, but the chocolate I had no idea why he smelled like chocolate. The first time we met, he invited me to come visit someday and meet the family. I told him I'll think about it. He started crying and yelled out something in some strange language while running out of the building.

The next morning, my neighbor turned on his radio, and it was loud. It sounded like a full-on music festival and a nightclub make a baby. The sound made my glass of water shake like it was in Jurassic Park. He and by the sound of it some people started dancing. He yelled to someone hop bunny hop. The creepiest thing is I hear a knock on the door. I first asked whose there. I heard in a deep voice that said, "Come join us, David." That was a Blue Monday, and it is the same story every Monday.

Now, on Tuesday mornings, my upstairs neighbor did nothing that morning. No dancing, hopping, and best of all, no creepy deep voice at my door. The problem was when he went to the bathroom. Every time He needs to go to the bathroom, he starts doing three things. He screams at the top of his lungs, "Where are my wheel shoes?". I assume that he meant roller skates. After exactly ten minutes, he figured out he is wearing them. Now, he uses his roller skates to go to the bathroom but not as a person but as a car. As a car to the bathroom, he makes car noise. How do I know when he is in the bathroom? You ask. I know because when he is in the bathroom using the lavatory, he says empty my tank jack.

On Wednesday to Friday, he starts doing something he likes to call having a tea party. On Wednesdays, while he is having his tea party, he calls out to two people to join him. They are known by bunny and cat. I don't know if they're real. Thursdays, he knocked on my door and asked if he could borrow some things. Since the first day I said yes to that question, I regretted it. Because every Thursday morning and afternoon, he asks me if I can give him some of my goat milk. On Fridays, I just hear the weirdest and creepiest noise coming from upstairs. To describe it is tell you to think of the most creepiest sound you can think of, multiple it by a hundred and mixing it with the weirdest notification on a persons phone.

That is my week from Monday to Friday trying to have a normal life with a weird upstairs neighbor like him.