And about 7:30 in the morning, I hear this crazy racket going on next door, like some drug bust or something.

There was no one around to peek out a window and wonder what the hell was going on next door.

Then, just as someone mentioned the band were preparing to go on next door, my luck changed.

There is not time nor energy to worry about what's going on next door.

When you write about somebody trying to free themselves from the constraints of their society, it's what's going on next door.

The vampires were listening intently to what was going on next door.

Excuse me, that's going on next door to you.

But she just said she never paid any mind to what went on next door.

The constant noise of the construction going on next door is driving me mad.

It seems shocking, yet how many of us can really know what is going on next door?