There's one thing that can make or break a fantastic living arrangement—and that's your neighbors. Unfortunately for these poor Redditors, they had the terrible of luck of landing themselves some of the most horrifying neighbors imaginable.
I have a schizophrenic neighbor that has believed for years that I've been hacking his electronic devices, scanning his phone, and terrorizing him. But that's not even the scariest part.
Over the years, he has claimed I've held an old man in my condo and allowed blood to drip from my patio to his. He leaves notes on the inside of his car accusing me of these things.
Had a neighbor a few houses down who kept to himself. I had no clue just how deranged he really was. One day he was turning onto our road, and I happened to be behind him. Some kids were cutting across his yard so he stopped to yell at them, and I couldn’t go around so I was stuck.
He then started backing up, but I had only a little room before backing into a very busy road. He then hit the front of my car and started yelling at me. I was maybe 18 at the time and was legitimately terrified. I was able to make it down the block to my house, called my mom and she encouraged me to make a report.
The officer came, was super kind, and offered to go to the house of the man who hit me to get his insurance information. Little did I know, it was about to get a lot more serious.
The man refused to answer, and the officer made a report and called to check in later in the afternoon. That night, the neighbor ended up pounding violently on a few neighbors’ doors, presumably looking for me.
Authorities were called and quite a few officers responded. They could not find the man, so they had everyone on our street shelter in one place until they could find him.
Officers ended up finding him hiding under a boat in his backyard. I don’t know if he was taken away or committed, but he never was back at his house and his family sold the house a few months later.
We moved into a house up a long-shared driveway. This was a recipe for mayhem. Our neighbors are an elderly couple, and the woman has dementia. Sometimes she doesn't know where she is or what she is doing.
The new neighbor came over one Sunday night to ask if he could put his wheely bin at the end of the drive so the rubbish truck could back up the drive to empty it as it would save him trying to move it to the road. I said that was no issue.
Turns out, the lady that used to live there had her lawyers send the elderly couple a cease-and-desist letter over putting the rubbish bin in the driveway the first week after she moved in. No knock on the door to try to compromise. She went straight to a lawyer.
We also found out she got upset about the neighbor wandering onto her driveway. Remember, the woman had dementia and didn't know what she was doing. So, she put a chain across the driveway to stop her wandering into her property. It was a hazard—and the consequences were brutal.
The chain was fitted and hung at about eight inches off the ground, so the first time the elderly lady wandered over she tripped on it and fell face-first onto the drive, knocking several teeth out and breaking her hip.
She spent some time in hospital and before she even got out of the hospital, the elderly neighbor had a knock on the door from law enforcement with a trespass notice...All the neighbors were ecstatic when the lady left and we moved in.
We had some neighbors that used to leave their garbage out in plastic bags the night before garbage day instead of putting it in a bin. Around here, that's just ringing the dinner bell for raccoons and other critters. Sure enough, come morning, there's garbage strewn all over the neighborhood.
What the raccoons and skunks didn't spread around, the wind picked up the slack. Some of the people on the street kindly approached the guy and asked him to put his garbage in a bin—but he gave them all the nastiest response.
He told them in no kind words to shut it. Thus began the Garbage Wars. Every morning of garbage day, some people on my street would collect all the half-eaten and rotten trash from their lawns and toss it back into the dude's backyard.
He would collect it, then dump it back on their lawns. Or cram it into their bushes. People started finding half-eaten burritos and candy wrappers in their mailboxes. The street started to look like a slum. People were called. Health inspectors. City by-law enforcement. Each side was calling in whatever authority they could muster to get their enemy.
The dude and his family lasted about eight months, and then moved. Every once in a while, I find a random margarine lid or piece of styrofoam in my hedge, and my mind goes back to those dark days of garbage.
My son had just come home from the hospital after an emergency appendectomy and another surgery after that to remove abscesses that had formed. He had a line in his neck and needed medicine through it every so often. I could hook the medicine up and leave it, and it usually took 30 minutes or so.
So, one morning, I hooked a dose of medicine up and went to mow the front yard. While mowing, some grass got on my neighbor's driveway, but as it was time to take the medicine off my son's line, I went inside to take care of that first.
When I came back out to finish the grass and sweep the grass off of his driveway, my neighbor was already outside and upset that I had left grass on his driveway. I braced myself for the worst.
No matter how much I tried to explain what happened or the fact that I literally had a broom in my hand to sweep everything when I was done, he didn’t want to listen, and he kept talking over me. Here comes the petty part.
He took a hose and hosed off the grass back into my yard. I watched the whole thing go down and then he looked all proud of himself afterward. I said out loud, "Well, now I can’t even finish my yard because it’s wet". He got so mad and said he was going to call the authorities, and I just went inside.
Nothing ever came of it. He tries to be super friendly now, four-ish years later. His grandson and my son are friends, but I still will never forget what a jerk he was that one time.
There were some 19-year-olds that lived next door to me—and they were literal nightmares. They'd scream at their Call of Duty games at the top of their lungs when they lost. Our walls were paper-thin so it was obnoxious 24/7. Oh, but that wasn't all.
They also threw a pumpkin on the roof of my car, causing $3,000 worth of damage. I finally got them to confess and basically gave him a "stern talking to" and told him I wasn't going to press charges as long as his insurance paid for it.
Later that year, someone next door was flipping out about a video game and yelled something along the lines of "GODDANGIT HACKERS, EVERYONE IS CHEATING, WHAT THE HECK IS THIS, I HATE THIS GAME, BUNCH OF LOSERS AND CHEATERS,"which was very clear through my bedroom wall while I was studying, so I had a quick idea.
After he got done with his tantrum, I said, "Sounds like you just suck at games, bro". I heard a crash of what sounded like a controller being banished to the shadow realm and then didn't hear anything from him for a month. It was glorious.
We had a party for all of our neighbors when we moved in—and it went so wrong. I like to barbecue, and my wife is vegetarian, so we have two grills. We invited everyone on the street, but one of our neighbors declined to attend because they're vegetarians.
"Not to worry", I said, "So's my wife. We have two barbecues going, one for meat and one for veggies". I could see them trying to find another reason. They looked down at the invite. "Oh, the 6th? We're out of town then. Sorry". At that point, I got the drift.
They didn't want to come for whatever reason; they just weren't going to tell us what it was. We're British, after all. Then the day of the party arrived. Our garden is quite big, so everyone could fit in happily. We had the barbecues going on the opposite side of the garden by the aforementioned neighbors' house.
It was only around 5 in the evening when we noticed the upstairs windows of their house were open. I said, "Weird, I thought they were out of town?" As I was looking at the windows with some of the other neighbors, we saw the most unexpected sight ever—the wife with a camera, taking photos of us!
We went to their house, rang the bell, and tried to tell them that they were still welcome to join us. They gave us no answer, yet their curtains were twitching upstairs. We just shrugged and went back to the party, ignoring them.
Later into the evening, the parents and kids had gone home and just a mix of older and younger neighbors was left. I started mixing cocktails at the outside bar. Suddenly, we were met with a rather annoying surprise—a few officers walked in through the open back gate. "Someone" had lodged a complaint.
It was only about nine, and noise complaints in the UK are typically not followed up until past 11. Apparently, they made an exception for us because not only were we having the biggest party known to man, but we were "setting things on fire" and "forcing drinks onto children".
Of course, the officers could see we were having a fairly civilized adult get-together, and they went on their merry way. We thought that would be the end of it, but we were so, so wrong. The following Monday, while we were unpacking, we had a knock on the door.
The officers returned with a bunch of photographs of the alleged "forcing drinks on a minor" and "setting fire to things". One of the photos showed one of the neighborhood kids bringing two bottles from the fridge to me and his dad at the barbecue. They weren't even open.
And the "setting fire to things? Yeah. We were using a blowtorch to light my barbecue. Apparently, that was endangering their property, which was a bunch of feet away from the contained fire within my oil drum barbecue.
The officers could see how the situation was blown out of proportion, thankfully. They just needed me to make a statement explaining my side of the story, so I did. For the whole two years that we lived there, they avoided us. It was so weird and so unnecessary.
When I was a teenager, we lived next door to this one family that seemed off. One day, the father knocked on our door and told my parents they hadn't had power for a long time.
They begged us to let them run an extension cord to one of our outside outlets for the day so that their young kids could have cold milk with their cereal in the morning.
My parents agreed to let them use our outside outlets for that day only. They ended up keeping their part of the arrangement and they disconnected the cable in the evening. But then, a week later, they caught us completely off-guard—they hooked it back up again without us noticing.
A month went by, and our electricity bill was basically double what it normally was. My parents headed to the backyard and found their cable still plugged in. They yanked it out and confronted the father.
At first, he only peered through a crack in the door, but my stepdad eventually got him to open up after pointing out that he was concealing a firearm. My stepdad demanded an explanation as to why the cable was plugged into our outlet, and the father just mumbled incoherently. He then shut the door and locked it.
The family was living in a duplex, and their neighbor, who shared the building, came around and asked us what was up. My parents explained the whole story and how they were planning to call the authorities.
Turns out, the guy they were speaking to was a former chief and he had friends in the force. He offered to make the call, and several officers arrived. The father and mother were both incarcerated. But the most surprising part? It turns out that they were running a lab inside the house.
The kids—a boy and a girl—were also malnourished. They were immediately put into foster care. No other bad neighbor has beat this high score yet.
We rented a house that had another apartment in the basement. The lady who lived below us kept to herself for the most part, so we didn't see her much. Part of our rental was a detached garage and she asked if she could put a small deep freezer in our garage. We were using it for storage, so we were fine with it.
After a couple of weeks of having her freezer in there, it somehow got unplugged. Her reaction was deranged. She came unglued on us and wanted us to pay to replace everything. I understood her frustration, but we hardly ever went into the garage since it was only for storage.
In other words, we definitely didn't unplug it and our landlord agreed. But she was SO mad. The lady also had a son in college who came home for the summer. During that summer he found a cat and brought it home. His mom said no cats inside, so he would feed the kitten outside. She was pretty wild.
He left for school again in the fall and we noticed that the cat was getting very thin. We started feeding her outside in her usual spot. Around Christmas, we bought a bag of cat food, and I made a plate of cookies and left them both at our neighbor's front door.
The next day they were both back on our porch. Rude, but whatever. We continued to feed the cat because she obviously wasn't feeding her. A few weeks later the cat came to our door crying. She was trying to come inside. Super weird considering she was pretty wild, and we had never let her inside before.
I let the cat in and noticed she was pregnant and about to have kittens. I made her a little corner and she had babies the next day. We let her stay in the house with us, but we knew we couldn't keep her. I went downstairs to talk to our neighbor. She said that her son's cat was a boy so the cat we had obviously wasn't his.
I posted on Facebook to see if anyone was interested in fostering a cat and her kittens because we couldn't keep her. Her son saw my post on Facebook and got super mad at his mom. Oh, and this is the most infuriating part of all.
THAT'S when reported me, said that I took her cat, and lied to me when she confronted me about having the cat in my possession. It was the stupidest, most frustrating thing that had ever happened to me as far as neighbors go.
My neighbor Jerry was horrible. When I moved in, he seemed eccentric but harmless...until he started to stalk me. Apparently, my landlord had a conversation with him and told him to leave me alone. This upset Jerry greatly. He cornered me one day while I was unlocking my door and asked me to sit with him in his apartment.
I don’t think the place had ever been cleaned and he had a hoarder mentality. He drank a bottle in about 30 minutes and started commenting on all the sad things in his life. Luckily, he passed out, so I could leave
. A couple of weeks later, he got into an early morning fight with his boyfriend, which resulted in his boyfriend trying to get into my apartment for safety. He eventually broke into an empty unit down the hall.
Officers were called and Jerry was taken to lockup. About a week after that, the same boyfriend was over at his place and another fight between them ensued. This time, it ended in a very loud moment of passion.
Clearly, their relationship was not healthy, and everyone in the building had to put up with their annoying problems. And that's not even the worst part—Jerry had a bunch of other tendencies that were just plain inconsiderate.
He would flush things down the toilet that weren't supposed to be flushed and the sewage would back up into my bathtubs and sinks. One time, he clogged his toilet so badly that he just ripped it from the wall and left it there.
But the most inconsiderate thing he's done is break into my apartment while I was at work to measure my walls for the "renovation" he was going to do. He wanted to combine his unit and my unit into one. I told him I didn't want to do that, but he said I could just live with him when it was all finished.
Eventually, Jerry got evicted, but he would still convince people to let him into the building. For months, his mugshot was posted on all entrances saying to not let him in.
Two years ago, my husband and I had just bought our first house. I was so excited to finally have flower beds, so I bought five purple tiger rose bushes and went out every day to tend to them. Our next-door neighbor came over one day while I was watering my roses and decided to be a creeper.
He asked if he could give me his number, started asking probing questions about my schedule like how long I was home alone, and kept hitting on me.
I turned off the water and went inside, locked the door, and called my husband, because now there's a strange man walking through my yard that knows I'm home alone and won't accept my boundaries.
My husband came home and met the neighbor's wife in the driveway to explain what happened and how the guy was out of line for treating me like that. I didn't see the guy again, but that's when it all began.
Within days, my roses started to shrivel up and die. I tried everything, but I'm pretty sure he sprayed them with plant killer. But karma came for him in the end. He got fired for harassing a customer, and shortly after, his wife booted him out of the house.
First, my neighbors have four mini-Dachshunds that never shut up. I cannot even open my backdoor without these little dogs going off, and they just leave their dogs outside all day long. I enjoy sitting outside on a nice day and reading, but nope, I can't concentrate over the ear-splitting constant yapping.
Now, I am a dog person—I own dogs and love dogs—but this complete lack of consideration is mind-boggling. Second, they rent and I own, but the crazy wife told me she owns a three-inch strip of my property and that they'd be moving the fence over. I don't have a huge yard, so three inches is a lot of space.
Did I mention THEY RENT? I brought out my survey papers to say, "No, you don't own it and no, you aren't going to be moving the fence", and she responded that they had their own survey (but refused to show it to me).
Third, and perhaps worst of all so far, they seem to think it's not a big deal if they come into my yard. I came home from work one day to find they'd moved their water drainage into my backyard. They complained about my tree and asked me to cut it down. I said no.
They put their garbage cans in my driveway. I've witnessed the wife empty her vacuum cleaner in my driveway. She has blown piles of leaves that haven't even come from my tree into my driveway.
Even after I put locks on my gate, she climbed up on a ladder, LEANED OVER THE FENCE, and blew all the leaves IN MY YARD THAT WERE ALREADY IN PILES. After that, I put up cameras and had future plans to press charges for trespassing the next time this crazy lady pulled another stunt.
She accused me of calling the authorities about her daughter's car, but I didn't. She also accused me of putting up a note complaining about her garbage, but I didn't. She has called the health department multiple times on me for my grass being too long. It wasn't, and the health department did not cite me.
Listen, all I want to do when I come home after a day at work is hang out with my dogs and not talk to anyone or deal with anything. I don't know what to do about her.
Our neighbor used to stand on the footpath, completely sloshed every afternoon, and yell to my husband about what a horrible person I was. It all started one day when he called us to check why my husband's car was home on a workday.
I politely thanked him for his call and let him know my husband was sleeping and had a cold. There was nothing to worry about, but that didn't stop him from making things worse.
Apparently, I was meant to praise him profusely for being such a caring neighbor, and my husband was meant to follow up with a call once he was awake and also lavish him with praise for caring. Because we didn't, we got to hear about it loudly every afternoon until we moved several months later.
My neighbor would crank his house music up as high as it could go and then leave for the night. It was mildly annoying in certain parts of my home. So, I decided on some petty revenge. I bought some huge speakers of my own and played the same song back.
Literally the same song, over and over and over while I went on vacation for four days. I'm not sure who was the pettier neighbor, but we both stopped doing it after that. Funny thing is, sometime later when he was throwing a party, he asked if he could use my speakers cause of how nice and loud they were.
My neighbor rang my doorbell at 4 in the morning, over and over, and asked me to go with him because there was an emergency and it was important. When I went with him, I realized it was all a big lie.
He took me over to his car and started asking what I thought of it. He looked very proud. In other words, this dude rang every apartment in the building at 4 in the morning to get people to look at his new car. That was the emergency.
Last November, my brother passed unexpectedly. We upheld covid restrictions, and the officers who had helped us told us that on the day of his funeral we could still have up to 10 people in the yard, just not in the house. After the funeral, around six people came by, and we sat around the fire pit talking and crying. No partying, no one in the house. And yet, our neighbor went the extra mile to make our lives even more of a nightmare.
Our neighbor called law enforcement to report that we were breaking restrictions and then she stood in the window waiting for them to arrive. The same officers who were with us before showed up and decided to sit with us in the yard and chat with us, see how everyone was doing. She flew into a rage and came into her backyard yelling at us—but she didn't stop there.
She screamed that she was contacting her lawyer, saying that my brother was a loser, and no one cares he's gone, just really nasty things. Two of the officers went over and tried talking to her to help her calm down. Instead, she threw a Walmart bag full of stuff at one of the officers and tried to spit on them. The highlight of one of the worst days of my life was watching her stuffed into a patrol car and taken away for assaulting an officer. My brother would have loved it.
My neighbor had two access roads to his property. He insisted on using the lane road that cut through our property, despite the fact that it was the longer, less-developed route. He didn’t have an easement or anything; he just assumed that since he had to drive through our property to get to that lane road, he was allowed to do so.
He was totally rude to us for no reason. He never said hi, and he'd get upset if we were too close to his property despite the fact that he literally drove through our property every day. Revenge came when lightning struck a tree in the woods and it fell right across the access to the lane road...on OUR property. He hired a service to chop the tree up and told them they could have the wood as part of the payment.
He thought he could get away with it, but my dad wasn’t having any of that. He walked down there with a copy of the sale documents, pointed out the marker that clearly separated our land from our neighbor’s land, got the neighbor to admit that the tree in question was on our land, not his, and then he sent the crew packing.
He told them if they took so much as a branch from that tree, it was theft, and he, a lawyer, would see them in court for it. It’s been over 15 years and that tree is still laying across the access to the lane road. He can still access his property via the other road, so he didn’t have a leg to stand on to force an easement.
My neighbor got his cop buddies to come over and put stickers on our cars, claiming they were unlawfully parked. We had to move them so he would have room for his guests to park. I bought a corner lot in a newer subdivision, so I have a curb and sidewalk on two sides of my property.
The side of my house has plenty of room for parking which my stepson and I sometimes use. This neighbor bought a house on the other side of the street and he doesn't have a lot of street parking for his lot. He claims that the parking on my side of the road is his because it is across the street from his house.
When confronted about the fact that it is just parking and that it, in no way, belongs to him, me, or anybody, he offered a threatening response—he told us he knows "people" who could take care of this. He also picked this time to scream pretty specific mean things about all his new neighbors and how each one was like he is, watching us.
I hate my neighbors. They were busted by SWAT last summer. I had to call into work because of the barricades. No arrests were made and I never got the story on that. While we live in houses, we do not have fences around the backyard. They have a dog and they used to sit on their porch while the dog roamed the neighborhood.
It seemed harmless, but it was far from that. They'd just let him out to roam the neighborhood while in their house. In the winter, they'd put on a coat and leave him out for hours. Then, they'd stand on their porch screaming, "PETE! PETE"! forever at 11 in the evening. Pete eventually disappeared...I think someone else in the neighborhood took him in.
We can also hear them yelling at each other. So can people across the street. The authorities are out at least once a week arresting one of them. They always bail each other out. They also borrowed jumper cables and never returned them. Then, they came over last week asking for another set of jumper cables. My boyfriend told them that we already loaned them to him and they weren't returned.
The neighbors told us they were going to sue us for accusing them of thievery.
When we bought our place, my husband went next door to introduce himself to the new neighbor. Mr C, the old neighbor, led with "I don't like dogs or children, y'all better be quiet!" and it didn't get better from there. The pettiest thing he did was probably the day he cut our cable because he thought the provider didn't bury it quickly enough. Mind you, it was entirely on our land.
Or maybe the day he had a fit because the movers took down a fence post to get their truck in, and inadvertently left it on Mr C's lawn until they got the truck back out. Or perhaps it was the morning that he came banging on the door at 7:30 am, like there was some emergency, and had the gall to yell at my husband because he answered the door shirtless.
The "emergency" was that the children walked to the bus stop on the right of way in front of his house. It's a dirt road, no sidewalk, and the other side of the road has a ditch and woods—not suitable for pedestrians. Mr C made threatening noises about "teaching the girls a lesson" about staying out of his yard and my husband flipped. His. Lid.
He informed the old guy that the right of way extends 40 feet from the center of the road, per Georgia law, and that the old man better NEVER, EVER, EVER mess with his children. The only other time he ever spoke to me was to complain about the noise from a cookout we'd had. I told him that if he continued, I would have my timber cut, but only that between his house and the highway. Then we'd talk about noise...
A roommate did this during midterms in college with an annoying video clip. She set it to loop for 14 hours at max volume on her laptop and hooked up speakers before leaving for the day. She'd locked it so I couldn't turn the noise off. She'd even thought to do something to disable the power button. So...I pulled the battery out, waited 10 seconds, and put it back in. Blissful silence.
Unfortunately, there was a lot of unsaved work on that laptop. I'm still stunned someone would plan to leave their work unsaved for hours but would think to change the power key to make it harder to stop the noise. She was randomly assigned and the only person I've ever known who has had their coworkers stage a surprise intervention at their home.
They all asked her why she was such a jerk and how this could change. It was seriously fifteen people all trying to figure out how to get her to stop being so indiscriminately nasty.
One of the neighbors was a cowboy builder who conned his elderly next-door neighbors into getting their roof done for $10,000 even though their tiles were almost brand new. He then took all their tiles to retile his roof for free and put about 10% of his old tiles on their roof. He then abandoned the project completely.
Don't worry though, he got what was coming to him—we got him locked up and he had to sell his house to pay back his victims. However, the cost of his house didn't even come close to covering the full costs. Also, another neighbor would stand in his back garden really early in the morning and then start aiming at local birds with a crossbow when they woke up.
He put the bodies in regular bin bags and left them in the street where foxes ripped them open and dragged birds all over the place. Now, we have no songbirds in the area.
My college roommate and I had an ant problem. They got all over the trash bin, so we moved it from the garage to the yard in front of the house. Our neighbor left us a note saying it was unsightly and to please remove it. I handled the situation by putting a sticky Christmas bow on top of it to make it look nicer. My roommate was horrified by the bow and took it off.
She then explained to the neighbor why we had it outside. I'm not sure which one of us was pettiest—me or the neighbor.
I moved onto a dirt road with several houses on it. My friend has lived down the road his whole life. The people next to my house only come up for the summer and are never there in the winter. When summer comes, however, there are multiple potholes on the road. Curious, I asked my friend.
His explanation blew my mind—he said the neighbors come up in the summer and dig the holes themselves in order to "slow down" traffic.
On a near-daily basis, our neighbor throws temper tantrums, but not just the regular kind. He turns into an absolute monster, yelling, stomping, throwing tools, slamming doors, and screaming at his family over some petty nonsense. I feel bad for his family and I'm genuinely annoyed each time I hear his voice.
Our neighbors CONSTANTLY complained for like two years about a tree in the back yard that looked like it was going to fall. They threatened to sue us if it did. Thing is, the tree was clearly on their property by about five feet. Then one day during a strong storm, a huge, seemingly strong and healthy tree, smack dab in the middle of their front yard blows over onto their house.
We went over the next day and helped them cut it up and remove it. They could barely make eye contact with us and never said thank you. They did shut up about the other tree though, and that one is still standing to this day.
I bought and moved into a condo and the previous owners apparently did not like cleaning. My third-floor deck was green and growing things, so I went to my downstairs neighbors to let them know I wanted to power wash. The first neighbor says, of course, do whatever I need. But the other neighbor below me pitches a royal fit: How dare I inconvenience her? She’d have to move her furniture inside! Decks get dirty, that’s just how it goes.
So, I talk to the office, as does she, and she whines enough to get them to say no power washing but I can use a garden hose with a scrub brush and soap. Well, what would’ve been a 15-minute power wash becomes an all-day cleaning extravaganza of green soapy grossness going down to her deck. But is the neighbor satisfied? Oh no.
She did not realize SOAP would be part of the deal. Come Monday morning, she is complaining to the office again. Thankfully, they told her to shove it.
My next-door neighbor would leave her Pitbulls out in the garden, all day, every day, with no food or water regardless of the weather. There could be a storm and she’d leave them both outside in the rain, crying. There could be a heatwave and she’d leave them outside with no shade. Once I picked up on it, I knocked on her door and asked her to bring the dogs in because leaving them outside was obviously neglect.
She would tell me to mind my own business, but she’d yell at her kids to bring the dogs inside. Once I noticed that she didn’t learn her lesson, I contacted the Royal Society for the Prevention of Harm to Animals over and over until they sent out a letter to her. She had the nerve to act like she had no idea why they were contacting her.
She came up to me in the street and said, "Can you believe I got this letter, saying I hurt my dogs"? I kept contacting them because, despite knowing that the Royal Society was watching her, she still didn’t change her behavior. She honestly didn’t care about those poor dogs. They would jump at my fence whenever I was in the garden, practically begging.
My sisters would give them bowls of water and feed them dog biscuits whenever she wasn’t home. One day, she was yelling and her kids were crying, so I went to see what was going on. Justice was served that day—it turns out that the Society was removing the dogs from her because of the neglect. It took a few months, but I was so happy to see them going to a better home.
I grew up in a rural area on a fairly big property. It had been a large farm that got parceled out as the owner aged. So, there were acres of land and my parents had 10 acres behind the neighbors. The house was relatively far away from them, too. One neighbor was an absolute piece of garbage. When I was eight, I remember seeing the cop lights at his door.
I found out the shocking truth when I was a little older—he had gotten into a pretty bad fight with his father over his oxy prescription. The father owned the house, and the 30-year-old kid lived there rent-free. He did a few years in lockup, then moved back in with his father who he had practically tried to end. He grew illicit plants on our land, then threatened to hurt my mother when my father and I tore it down.
But, we didn't call for the authorities. This type of thing actually happened really frequently. I can remember multiple times when I was younger when he'd bang on our door, screaming threats at my mom. Other times, I can remember thinking about how to protect ourselves, in case our neighbor actually got inside the house.
This occurred maybe eight to 10 times a year. He has calmed down a little after a second arrest and some anger management classes. Nowadays, he just has massive bonfires with tons of loud music and leaves empty cans on our property, which is still extremely rude of him It's still better than physical intimidation and threats though.
I'm currently in a battle with my neighbor because he cut a bunch of old-growth trees down and moved into an absolutely hideous house, which is a huge issue because while we're not an HOA, we are a "community character" neighborhood and there is an expectation that new builds at least attempt to look like existing homes in the neighborhood.
It turns out that he had no permit to remove the trees and that the building permit he had was invalid. There was a zoning hearing and the city council asked me to testify at it. I testified with facts, that he didn't have a valid permit and that while there needs to be a 6' encroachment between houses, right now there's only a 4.5' encroachment.
If he adds a porch like he wanted to, his new house will actually encroach onto our property line and, basically, be up against my kitchen window. When they opened it up to public comment, almost fifty of my neighbors testified that the house doesn't meet standards. In the end, the council moved to immediately revoke his dodgy building permit, which is something that hasn't been done in 45 years.
He's now left with a little under a week to move that house back to its original lot or submit major design changes. In addition to threatening to sue everyone who spoke out against him, he now posted on social media that he's asking the public for "dirt" on me and my husband. Thank God that his post has only had five comments and they're all telling him to either stop or that we're decent people.
I'm still half-expecting to wake up on Monday and find my tires slashed.
Lived in a neighborhood for about a year that was also home to one of the city council members. This lady would send notices to everyone for anything she didn't like, and she'd try and sway the council to crack down on those she deemed the "worst" offenders. We earned a spot at the top of her list because we put our garbage cans at the curb in the afternoon rather than the evening.
None of us were going out after dark and dealing with rats springing out of the cans like tiny, flea-ridden missiles. We didn't stop because, legally, we weren't doing anything wrong. She was a stickler for making the neighborhood look fabulous even though most of the houses were in terrible condition and as mentioned earlier, the entire city had a really bad rat problem.
So, every week, we'd get a new notice from her, though she always tried to say it was from the council as a collective. Yes, she hand-delivered that letter.
It started with my neighbor letting her kids and animals run wild in my backyard. So, I dropped $5k on a privacy fence that my father-in-law and I built. Then, she had her water turned off for lack of payment and her next move was appalling—she began pooping in plastic bags and throwing them over my fence. When confronted about it, she kindly denied it and then took to social media.
I called the landlord and had an eviction notice served the next day. It's been four years and I kept the screencaps from her profile.
My neighbor ripped up and threw away my mom's sweet pea plant that she got from her friend who passed from cancer. When she complained, he immediately made things worse. He began ranting about how our garden is a disgrace and an embarrassment to the neighborhood and that we need to replace all the grass and plants with concrete. What a jerk.
I just moved into my new apartment in Chicago and was woken up at three in the morning to some loud knocking on my door. Given it's Chicago, I thought the worst and assumed someone ready to harm me was on the other side of that door. A moment passed by and I sat silently in my bed running through self-defense scenarios in my head.
A woman then yelled something through my door, and it had me on tilt...This lady said, "This is your neighbor. I was just wondering if you'd like to buy some Girl Scout cookies". Naturally, I ignored her offer and proceeded to go back to sleep angry and confused. Either my neighbor was confused or trying to rob me.
I had a neighbor who literally thought she owned the actual street and had some big beef with my landlord. She had sued him several times for things that never made any sense. My landlord installed cameras because she took him to court so often, and he needed proof that she was making stuff up. She would mark down the time that I or any friends of mine arrived at or left my house and would sit in her driveway watching us.
Once, my landlord was going out of town and told me I was welcome to use his grill and have friends over. I did so, inviting five friends max, and we had a nice, mellow cookout. No loud music, no stupid debauchery or anything like that. True to form, the nosy neighbor called my landlord and told him that she was calling her lawyer and threatening action over our small party.
Thankfully, my landlord had footage of our gathering and deemed it all totally fine and completely within the bounds of what he'd invited me to do.
My neighbor called CPS on my family because we took a family vacation with our two older kids and let our youngest with special behavioral needs and violent outbursts spend the week with my mom. They did movies, swimming pools, children's museums, a food truck festival, and saw a fireworks show together in that time. He had a blast, and the rest of us got some badly needed respite. Neighbor thought it was blatant favoritism and reported us.
I used to live in a townhouse community. We had assigned parking—two parking spaces per unit. I only had one vehicle, so I only needed one space and didn't care if people parked in the extra spot I wasn't using. But then the neighbor across the street started using their two spots, and both of MY parking spots when they had guests over.
I'd be at the grocery store, come back, and this guy has his buddies in my parking spots, leaving me nowhere to park. I'd have to go over there and knock on the door and tell them to move, and, of course, they always took their good old sweet time going to move their cars. So finally I got sick of it. I came home and their guests had parked in both my spots again.
I just pulled my car horizontally right on up behind them so there was no way they could get out. I made it so they had to come knock on my door for a change when they were ready to leave, and I took my time getting out there to move my car. They didn't use my parking spots again after that.
My neighbor would chant rude comments over and over every time I would do basic things like close the door or take a shower. He would yell loud enough for me to hear through the wall of my apartment. I was FAR from being loud. That guy just has so many issues. I got sick of it and called over the landlord. The landlord tried closing one door and the creep started chanting. That's when my landlord had enough.
He went over to put an end to his antics once and for all, threatening to kick him out if he didn’t stop. Luckily, it worked. I don't live there anymore but still remember it vividly.
My neighbor was really nosey and for some reason, he hated me. I was a 14-year-old girl and I don't remember doing anything to this man, but he would always rat me out to my parents if he saw me outside. He told them I was lighting up, getting freaky with boys in the tree on the front lawn, selling substances, and hurting animals.
He just made things up! If I were in my backyard, he would watch me through our privacy fence. Once, I was out back drinking a soda, one of those in a glass bottle, and he popped up from behind the fence with this huge smirk on his face. He said, "CAUGHT YOU"! and tattled on me. My dad found out and was absolutely livid. He brought him out back and showed him it was a soda.
He also told him that if he ever caught him looking through our fence, he would call the authorities. Years later, we caught him in our backyard picking up pecans. We thought he would help himself to the wagon he had back there because it "had been sitting a while and so clearly we didn't need it". The man was a total nut job. He ended up moving away and we never saw him around again.
I lived in an apartment building with little better than paper for walls. You could clearly hear the next-door neighbors' conversations, walking up the stairs, etcetera. For some reason, they thought it would be totally awesome to install a surround sound system and affix the speakers to our shared wall. It…was not awesome.
It was so loud that it literally shook the wall, and we couldn’t hear our own television unless we turned it up ridiculously loud in return. The neighbors did not respond kindly to our request that they place the speakers elsewhere. It ultimately ended with law enforcement being called on them after the neighbor got mad at being asked again to turn it down and started pounding on the wall, screaming about how he was going to mess us up.
They finally got evicted when he threatened someone at the management office on some other matter. Before he got evicted, though, we begged the office to let us move to a different apartment and they let us move to another building. BIG MISTAKE. Our new neighbors had a parrot that never shut up, and a child who would literally spend hours banging on their piano screaming and singing "My name is Amanda!"
What can one do in that situation except grin and bear it, I guess?
In college, I lived in a single dorm room that shared a Jack-and-Jill bathroom with another single. After a happy year together, my suitemate went on a foreign exchange and her replacement had some bizarre ideas about minimally shared space. For context, I myself am a deeply quiet, clean, persnickety kind of person who no one wants to share with because I go to bed at 10 pm.
That's me. And this girl thought I was a party animal slob. She left me a ranting post: it's constantly about the "noise," watching TV at a normal volume in the afternoon, and the "mess" I left in the bathroom (a towel hanging on my rack and the toothbrush in a cup on the counter). She repeatedly threw my bathroom stuff into my room and tried to complain to the RA if I talked on the phone, in my own private room, during daylight hours. Oh, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.
She banged on the wall for me to quiet down when I was sleeping. The kicker was when she lost it at me for being disgusting and breaking the bed with an overnight visitor, again, in my own private room. There were no rules about visitors, overnight or otherwise, and it wasn't even those kinds of noises. The male visiting my room was my brother.
The neighbor's dog went through our trash and got sick. The dog ended up needing to go to the vet and my neighbor told me when he bumped into me at my old job. He said, "Yeah, it was like $5,000 to get her back to health. You're lucky I don't bill you guys". But here's the frustrating truth—this guy let his dog go through everyone's yard and poop wherever it wanted. It's not like the dog escaped, he just willingly didn't care.
The last time I saw him, corrections officers were in his driveway with an apparent domestic incident.
My neighbor owned six cars and kept them all parked on the street in a very congested block of apartments. He spent hours tending to them, and they somehow always looked rustier when he was done. If a leaf landed on one of his cars, he would accuse the neighborhood of intentionally placing leaves on his car to annoy him.
I was at this neighborhood treasure hunt when I was around eleven years old. It was in a big park with a lot of trees and rocks. There was also a parking lot and a community center next to it. Me and my neighbor’s kid both figured out the final clue and sprinted towards the finish, only for me to be "accidentally" bumped by his dad and fall. To this day, I’m still super salty about it.
The neighbors called the authorities on my one-year-old son for being too loud. We lived in an apartment on the second floor when my son was a baby. The new neighbors who moved in below us immediately started complaining because we were too loud. The noise they were hearing was our one-year-old son "scooting" across the floor.
He has some neurological differences and didn’t learn to crawl like typical kids. He would lay on his back, arch up, and scoot himself around like a backward inchworm. Most kids his age were already crawling or starting to walk. The neighbor would pound on her ceiling, yell in the shared hallway, and even called authorities on me once because of the noise.
We tried to work with the apartment management, and we explained to them that it was our son. Once our neighbor knew the cause of the noise, it only made her more vindictive. She requested that we be made to move. She worked with young children and said our kid was probably autistic and would only get louder as he got older.
We didn’t get a diagnosis for another year, but it turns out she was right. He is on the spectrum. She only lived there for three months, but it was miserable. She was so irrationally angry that they recommended we keep our doors locked and not go in the hallway alone. The neighbor that moved in after her never complained, and we eventually bought a house so my son could be as loud as he wanted.
My significant other and I rented the middle unit of a one-story, three-unit triplex. A sidewalk led directly up to our front door, and on either side of the sidewalk, slightly to the left and right of our front door, were two very small garden areas fashioned out of landscape timbers. For the first six months of living there, nothing was planted in them, so we decided to buy and plant some flowers to brighten it up.
The next day, we found a shocking handwritten letter on our door. Our left-side neighbor informed us that he was deeply offended that we had taken the liberty to plant flowers in HIS garden. As he explained, it was the 2 x 2 garden on his side of the sidewalk. He intended to plant a tomato plant there and he planned to follow through with his plans whether there were flowers or not.
In a letter of our own, we explained that a tomato plant was not the intended use of a flower garden and that planting a tomato directly in front of our door would be inappropriate. The next day, we came home to find our flowers dug up and placed in front of our door, and a tomato plant complete with a metal cage planted in its place.
My neighbors used to honk their horns in their driveway at seven in the morning literally every single day, multiple times a day, causing me and my family to wake up. The worst part is that they didn't care if they were disturbing the peace. The dad and mom would sit in their car and just honk the horn until their kids came outside ready for school. I hate my neighbors.
We moved to a rural area, and our property had 40 acres of field that the closest neighbor rented from the widowed lady that sold us the house. So, we let him continue renting it the first year we were there, but he basically conned us by selling us a bunch of random services and old stuff he didn't need, deducting it from the annual rental payment along with some other things we didn't like quite so much.
So when we decided to make a formal contract the next year, he got mad because "we rely on word of mouth around here". So we got another one of our neighbors to rent it, who turned out to be much more normal and told us that no, everyone does contracts these days. So that worked out well for us. But "petty" must be our neighbor’s middle name.
Among other things, he "accidentally dropped" an enormous hay bale on our driveway, in the dark evening, that we could have easily crashed into coming home if we hadn't seen it.
We have a front yard garden and our neighbors across the street have one of those overkept yards where they have a lawn service come by twice a week. They passive-aggressively called the health department on us. The health inspector showed up and was laughing because they had made it sound like we had a dilapidated shack infested with vermin.
I remember my neighbor asking the rest of us younger kids to collect snails so he could have a snail pet farm. We collected them and gave them to him in a cardboard box. Then, he said, "Watch this", and his next move left us horrified. He showed us a can of hairspray and a lighter, which he then used to torch the snails. I didn't talk to that neighbor after that.
My neighbor tore down part of my fence under the guise of fixing two posts...but hasn’t gotten around to actually FIXING it for almost two months. The last conversation I had with him was about getting estimates to have a fence company come in for the repair and him agreeing. I thought it was all settled, but I was wrong. Two months later, he hasn’t done anything.
I was living with my brother and a new family had just moved in downstairs. It was a mother and two boys in their teens, and the mom had just been divorced. From what we could tell, it was a bummer time. These two teenage boys fought constantly...they were incredibly loud, but I tried really hard to be empathetic and not complain.
We would mention it to their mom every now and then and she was very apologetic, but it kept going. One Sunday, they woke us up at 6 in the morning, slamming doors, throwing things, and just being ridiculous. My brother and I then decided to teach them a lesson. We set up every piece of audio equipment we had in the house, including a bass amp, two PAs, and a full drum set.
We blasted "Hypnotize" by Biggie for about 10 minutes and played along on bass and drums with the PAs at full volume. We never heard those kids make noise again. I’m not sure if we shocked them or they finally got it or what, but we did prove who could make more noise, I guess.
I lived in a three-story apartment building on the middle floor. The bottom floor was basement apartments. It was a very quiet building, and a lot of people were older, and had lived there for 10 years or more. Then this weird creepy dude moved in below us. He would play music loud all night and I had to be up for work at 5 am.
He wouldn't answer the door so we couldn’t ask him to turn it down. So, I had to jump up and down until he heard it. He had angry people banging on his door screaming for hours. He'd be home but wouldn't answer. That's when some of the neighbors lost it. A woman ran out and poured nail polish all over his car. His apartment was in the basement, but he had a huge window that was right next to the stairs to get in.
He never closed the curtains and you would see directly down into his living room where he had built a swing with all kinds of naughty stuff hanging on it. Had to explain what it was to everyone that came over, even my mom. Then one day an officer knocked on the door and he was holding about 20 pairs of women's underwear and asked me to pick out mine.
It was like three pairs, and the cop said to throw them away because the downstairs neighbor had been taking them out of the laundry room and wearing them. I guess the upstairs neighbor had walked into the building and saw her underwear hanging on the swing and reported it. So, they took him in for wearing our underwear, and the landlord evicted him.
When he got out, he was so mad he was getting evicted he went and bought a bunch of sand, covered his whole apartment in it, and turned the air conditioning all the way up. He was a nightmare neighbor.
I had a neighbor who was old and always treated us badly. My neighbor changed the locks on our communal door which only allowed access to our flat and her flat yet refused to inform us that she changed the locks. She then refused to answer the phone for us or let us in, then called the authorities on my partner when he broke in for breaking and entering.
She also tried to get us to pay for the new keys... The same neighbor called the authorities on me when I was in the bath. I don’t know what she said to them, but answering the door to officers whilst in a towel was not fun. Her reasoning for reporting me was that she thought I was in trouble and wouldn’t answer the door when she knocked.
I didn’t hear her knock and I was in the bath the whole time so unsure what exactly she heard. The same neighbor also called the fire brigade to our property twice claiming we had purposely started a fire in our flat, both times my partner and I were at work and had to come home to check that there was in fact no fire.
We had just moved to our new house in the summer and it had a fenced-in pool in the backyard. My siblings and I took advantage of it in on one hot summer day and being the oldest, I just kept an eye out for everything. I then looked over, outside of the pool fence, and I saw our neighbor walking around in our yard to the fire pit further back in the backyard.
I became a little uneasy because I had only seen this guy once when we first moved in. He smiled, then waved to us and I told my siblings to get out of the pool. I told my mom and she was absolutely livid. That week, my dad and mom put a lock on our side of that gate so our neighbor couldn't get into our backyard.
He noticed a bit later that he couldn't get into our backyard and he was upset for some reason. Apparently, the previous owners used to let him into the backyard all the time, and he'd come over to burn branches and leaves in their fire pit. Okay, good for them, but this was our house now—you don't go walking into our property without asking us first.
Especially since we didn't know him at all! So while God forbid he may not have had malicious intentions, it was still really creepy and kind of really strange when he got upset that we put a lock on our side of the fence to keep him off of our property. We didn't talk to him much after that.
Our neighbor plugged his sink pipes with toilet paper and flooded his bathroom, flooding our apartment below him. We told him to stop and he refused to, saying he was trying to destroy our apartment to get back at the landlords. The corrections department said it was a landlord issue and the landlord said it was a corrections issue.
After a few officers asked him to stop that night, the neighbor ran his sink for two more minutes, stomping his feet and shouting at us, causing the most flooding yet. We called the officers back and their response took us aback—they just laughed at us, telling us to deal with it ourselves. A few days later, the corrections department, landlord, and plumber had to force his door open to fix the sink because he wouldn't let them in without a warrant, which they came back with.
He was kicked out a month later. I think he disliked us because on four occasions, he passed out while intoxicated and cooking food in the middle of the night. He set off everybody's smoke detectors, filling our place with smoke too, so we had to knock and wake him up, or get the fire department involved when he was unconscious in a burning room and wouldn't answer.
That’s not even to mention the harassment of the women or the attempts to break into our apartment when we weren't home.
I came home from teaching surf lessons and my neighbor corners me at my front door and goes "Let me ask you something". I have never once talked to this guy before, so I said sure. We both bend down, look at some bolts on his daughter’s bike, and he says "I tightened this last night and today they are loose". I said, "That is weird". It took me a minute to realize he was accusing me.
His kids were always riding cardboard down the stairs and being loud in the hallway on their bikes, but I never said anything to him about it. When I realized he was accusing me of messing with her bike, I said maybe we should call the authorities and let them handle this. The dude goes "Go ahead and call them, I don’t care". His wife came and apologized later that night saying he has some issues, and to please not tell the office because they had already had multiple complaints.
It was awkward as heck the rest of the time living there. I don’t miss apartment living.
Some guy is building a new home directly behind me. The lot was the last one in the neighborhood because it was unbuildable garbage. It was literally an old, steep, abandoned quarry. The guy was required to keep a minimum rear yard setback of sixty feet. Another neighbor contacts me and is really upset, as it's evident that the new home is WAY too close to the backline.
I check and it's about 40 feet over the setback and 20 feet from my backyard, not the 60-plus it needs to be. This was all done since the builder was trying to avoid blasting rock for the basement excavation, and the neighbor-to-be would end up with a slightly better view out his front windows. So, I sit down with the local zoning official and explain the situation.
The guy asks for my name and contact info and tells me that he will forward it to the builder. I tell him that no, that nonsense won't fly, he needs to do his job and correct this. He then tells me that he doesn't get involved in "neighbor disputes" and he won't deal with it. I then tell him that's fine…But in order to document the situation for the pending complaint against the township and potential lawsuit, my lawyer will be sending you a memorandum of understanding.
It’ll be so we can all be on the same page with the fact that you are ignoring zoning laws, and violations of the approved building plans that you reviewed and signed. I told him to expect the document shortly, and I left. The next day he calls with the good news that the house is being moved 40' and the issue is resolved.
Our neighbor has called the authorities on us multiple times. His reasons were absolutely bonkers: 1) our pool not being clean and running by the beginning of May, 2) having children's hockey sticks and Wiffle Ball bats on our front lawn, 3) our fence not being of the best quality, and 4) our pool gate for being too short. He also has a demon spawn grandson living with him that pulls up my flowers on a regular basis.
He once called the authorities because we had a storage container in our driveway. Meanwhile, the guy's got a car that's been parked at the end of his driveway for longer than I have been living there.
Our neighbor just screams and goes on these long rants, then slams doors while continuing to make a scene. It happens any hour of the day and can last between five minutes to an hour continuing on and off throughout the day. We can hear her with all the doors closed despite our house being double bricked.
We've tried talking to her which has led to nowhere. The authorities can't do anything as it's not consistent, nor can the local government as it’s just an anti-social behavior. So, the officers told us a harsh reality—we just have to deal with it. We can't get in contact with the homeowner, so our next bet is to figure out which real estate agent is managing the property and put through a formal complaint.
It sounds like a lot of work and might not even fix anything.
I rented a flat with an ex, and the upstairs neighbor was an absolute nightmare. It was a deadbeat dad who had his kid over every weekend and left them screaming all the time. He'd blast music until sunrise every day, even when he had his kid. Got the council involved, nothing happened. Got child services involved, nothing happened.
He used to argue every Sunday with his ex about how he wasn't paying child support. They'd argue right outside our door. The guy was unemployed, owed the landlord a lot of money, and only left his flat to get groceries. He kicked off at me because my cat meowed loudly once.
One of our dogs will jump the chain-link fence to get to our front door from the backyard. He said we’d regret it next time it jumps the fence and touches his land. I had to remind him that we actually own that part of the land, and we'll just take out the fence and put it down to where his actual land starts and it would have been like he lost a large part of his yard.
He didn't say anything again about it. The neighbor behind us claimed one of our dogs bit his kid but our animal control, town PD, and a deputy all said it looks more like the kid was trying to climb into our yard and got cut up real bad, due to it being an older chain link fence with the sharp points at the top. That's when things took an even darker turn.
The dad kept threatening to poison all of our dogs. Thing is, he lets his pit bull run around unleashed and his kids just run through everyone's yards. I heard him talking tough to a friend of his on the phone about how he's going to come over here and I told him to mess around and find out. He stopped once we told him we'd sue him for everything he's got if one of our dogs ever got sick.
My upstairs neighbor got super angry because I didn't say hi to him in the hallway once. He then blamed his outburst on the fact that laundry makes him cranky. He also tried to get into my apartment last Wednesday afternoon while intoxicated. He then asked if I had a problem with him. When I explained that his behavior makes me uneasy, his response made me roll my eyes.
He called me a little passive-aggressive drama queen. He said he had forgotten where his apartment was because he was humming as he walked up the stairs...It must be so paralyzing to be that allergic to admitting fault.
The neighbor that lives above me was trying to force me to move out, so she put her speakers on her floor pointing straight down, and blared them at full volume. The instant it started, I leaped up in outrage at her audacity. But after a few seconds, I just smirked. I realized...I really, really like this song. So, I gave it one more playthrough and as it was winding down, I prepared to confront her once again.
I was happily surprised when the next song was also a perennial favorite of mine. I didn't even bother getting upset before realizing that I liked the third song, too. She stopped at midnight when she was required to by the authorities, and apparently, she realized she wasn't able to irritate me that way, so she didn't try it anymore.
When I was a kid, we had a crazy old cat lady neighbor that would take our newspapers every day. My mom thought it would be a great idea to sabotage an old newspaper by wrapping it up in dog poop, mustard, sauerkraut, dirt, basically anything we could find in hopes that she’d stop taking them. We planted the newspaper and woke up to it being gone.
Even after that day, she still kept taking the newspaper!
So, one summer, about 10 years ago, my parents decided to renovate the entire top floor of the house. With this, they got the licenses to build an addition to our bathroom. This included a new set of windows. First, the neighbor came over to my dad and said to him that he had to tint the windows because quote: "It allows you to see inside our house".
What it really meant was that you could see a top-down view of maybe a couple of ground tiles in the right corner of your eye. My parents relented eventually, but didn't want to buy the more expensive tinted glasses. They compromised this by putting tape-on tint on it. By some dumb luck, however, the neighbors noticed when the windows arrived that they were see-through.
The neighbors then went to my parents again. They tried to explain the tape-on tint, but they wouldn't accept it. They were petty enough to sue my parents over that. Oh yeah, somewhere in that situation our neighbor went to a lawyer to make a contract regarding the situation. They did this without my parents’ knowledge, and threw it on the doorstep together with a bill of €300 for the making of said contract. Talk about being petty.
A fellow tenant in a shared house at university started puffing up. I had no particular issue with him partaking in this pastime, but I was studying law and I frequently met with officers as part of a module for school. I requested that he keep it in his room rather than the communal areas of the house. He obliged initially. Then, I went home for winter break.
Upon returning, I found a blood-boiling surprise in the kitchen. Some of his goodies were just laying around on the counter along with rolled-up notes and a semi-empty bag. I stayed clear and later that night, around two in the morning, I heard a knock at the door. A guy with blood dripping from his head was standing there shouting, "ROB, get out here. You ripped me off".
It turns out his habit had progressed to dealing, and his supplier to whom he owed a cut was the blood-soaked man on my doorstep barging his way in.
Our neighbor refused to clean their own flat. A family of three lived there, including a woman and her two adult kids. They lived there for 10 years and never cleaned anything in the place, not even once. The son had to bathe himself in aftershave even after a shower, the daughter had a weird phobia and outright refused to shower. So, whenever she was nearby, you'd know it.
They had a cat and the poor thing reached the point where it would just give up on cleaning itself. Whenever the door to that place opened, the entire stairwell would reek for hours. They even had the gall to get offended when neighbors resorted to lighting incense in order to help with the stench. People's shoes would get stuck to the floor there because of the half-inch thick layer of sticky grime.
They eventually got evicted and the landlord was left with a totally ridiculous bill—he had to spend almost $20,000 to completely remove the smell and renovate the place.
My neighbor called the authorities on my three-year-old daughter because she was WALKING too loudly at two in the afternoon on a Saturday. Another time, he tried kicking our door down because my husband flushed the toilet too late at night. A number of other things happened that resulted in a judge granting us a "Do not contact" order against him, which he ignored twice within a month.
Thankfully, things eventually worked out in our favor—0ur landlord let us out of our lease early without any fee and he actually went with me to court to testify against him.
We went to sell our house and got the fairly standard pictures taken by the real estate agents, one of which was a shot of our backyard. Our real estate then got several missed calls with a very angry voice mail stating "call me back immediately". She does and gets screamed at by our neighbor for posting a picture that has a corner of his shed included in it. It gets so bad she hangs up the call.
He then shows up at her office, shaking in rage, bad-mouthing the reception staff, and has to be taken into a conference room to attempt to get him to calm down. He threatens to turn up at the open house and cause a scene. Real estate offers to crop the photo so you can no longer see the tiny corner of the shed. He finally leaves and thankfully never contacts us again about it.
Luckily, he didn’t cause a scene at the open house but it was very odd.
She was a crazy lady living in her second home. She put a camera on where our garage was and always complained about business running from the house etcetera. Law enforcement was called a gazillion times. She claimed we were making substances to sell on the street among the many other false complaints. We had an interesting conversation with the authorities.
We requested all her complaints be submitted to the city and used that along with text messages shared by neighbors to get a restraining order against her. She even had the audacity to dispute the restraining order, but her lawyer put her in her place. She moved out within the week and the house went on the market!
10 years ago, my neighbor’s garage band was jamming super loudly at around 9:30 pm. Typically it doesn’t bug me too much, but this time was different. On this particular night, they decided to open the garage door because it was a hot summer night and it was too hot. My one-year-old couldn’t sleep because of how loud they were, so I went over to ask if they could play quieter and shut the garage door.
Ever since, he's become a horrible neighbor. He hasn’t spoken to me in 10 years and is mean to my kids when he sees them. He is mean to an eight and 11-year-old because I asked him ten whole years ago to play their music quieter at 9:30 at night.
A very long time ago, I was still living with my serially-intoxicated, religious dad. After he divorced my mom, we moved to a little road on the eastern edge of my island. Let's call our new neighbors Kex and Bev. Kex and Bev seemed pretty okay, and we got along for a few months. One day, Kex knocked on our door and asked my dad to move his car outside his house, as it was, at the time, parked in front of theirs.
They had two cars. My dad had one. There were absolutely zero reasons to move the car because it did not block them in any way. Nevertheless, my dad was in a pretty neutral mood, so he obliged. A couple of weeks later, my dad was in one of his intoxicated stupors, and Kex asked him to move his car forward a few inches. This really upset my dad, and he suddenly felt vengeful.
He stormed outside, walked up to their front door, and slur-shouted a demand at Kex that he move his car instead. Kex started beefing, and an argument riled up. Kex mock-headbutted my dad, stopping an inch before contact. Then my dad, being Welsh, did the same thing back but followed through and he ended up busting Kex’s nose.
He started bleeding and Bev came out screaming something about calling the authorities and all that jazz. It was just pure drama. Now, my dad sounds like the worst of all of them so far, and that's pretty true; he's a total piece of garbage. Actually, he’s just completely terrible with no redeeming qualities.
But the neighbors actually took things to another level. The whole situation had turned into a stalemate. Kex never called the authorities on my dad. In fact, there was no communication between us at all anymore. If I left for school at the same time as Kex left for work in the morning, it was crazy awkward. Everything seemed to have settled though, until one day, my dad, who was sober for a few hours, decided to do some gardening.
He was tending to some weeds, yanking them out of the ground by their roots, when he suddenly tasted a slight metallic pang on his palette. He, being Welsh, spat onto his hand. Blood. Then, he started coughing and a spatter of blood escaped. He ran to the bathroom and started spitting it all into the basin. Then, he started itching the roof of his mouth with his finger and moaning in pain, and his fingers came out with some of the blood.
He started gurgling water to wash his mouth out and eventually recovered. He pulled himself together. He called the emergency services, intending to get medical attention. Instead, a fire engine turned up. It turned out that they were the folks who dealt with dangerous chemicals. They took samples from my dad’s mouth using a swab and then popped out to the garden to investigate.
When they pulled back the bush my dad was working on, they came across a shocking scene—a load of white powder strewn everywhere. They found it on my dad's gloves, too. He'd not even noticed it through because of his visual impairment and because he was generally super ignorant. As I said, he didn’t have one redeeming quality. They sealed some up and went off to identify it.
A couple of days later, some vans turned up and the officers came in to inform us that the powder was a chemical agent for burning and weakening tree roots. The officers then went into the garden to inspect the fence which was beside the bush, and of course, there was a little visible trail of the powder caught up in the wood’s rough surface.
They went next door to speak to Kex and Bev and sure enough, they found a crate of the very same chemical agent. One of them had sprinkled some over the fence with the intention of ruining our garden. As a result, my dad inhaled it and messed up his sinuses.
My neighbor parked all of his cars on the street instead of in his garage and his driveway because he hated me for some unknown reason. I lived with my grandmother at the time, he straight up lied to her and told her that I was parking on his grass, which I wasn't; I've popped two tires on curbs in my life and had no intention to risk doing so again by parking up on the curb.
He literally screamed at me for "being rude" multiple times even though my car was parked legally according to the city codes. So anyway, he parked all four of his cars on the street instead of on his property, which meant everyone from the other two houses on the street had to park like a half-mile away. He did it to inconvenience me, but he really just inconvenienced everyone else.
The joke was on him, my grandparents were out of town that week and I could park in our driveway anyway.
As a kid, I lived on a tiny end street with limited parking and very few driveways. So, everyone had to pay for a parking permit if they wanted to park on the street. But there was an older gentleman at the corner who had a driveway that could easily fit four cars. He repaved it every year and hosed it down every day in the summer.
And he also paid to take the only extra spot on the street. Not once did he park in that driveway, but he also yelled and chased the kids away if he saw any of them walking onto it. He was a very strange man. As kids, we got our own form of revenge. I remember my friends and I taking one of his zucchinis in retaliation. So, I suppose the pettiness went both ways.
My neighbor would practice his skateboard ollies in his living room. I lived next door and would hear this constant THUNK sound. We lived two blocks from a nice park that had tons of space he could practice in. But, no, that would require him to make an effort. I told him multiple times to stop, and it took getting the property manager involved to make him stop.
A few months later, karma got to him—he got evicted for failure to pay rent. I can't say I was sad to see him go.
My neighbor attempted to sue me for letting all the neighborhood kids carve pumpkins with my kids. When they took their pumpkins home, my neighbors decided to ruin everyone's night—they called the authorities and filed a report saying we were trying to influence their kids with demonic teachings. It was lovely living next to them for a few years.
I lived in an apartment, and we shared our trash cans with everyone in the building. Someone, and we still don't know who it was, would go through the trash and take out envelopes from letters that were sent to people living in the building. They were so angry about people not putting them in the can for paper that they took every single one with a name on it and put it in that person's mailbox. Dirty paper from a trash can.
When I was younger, I had a neighbor who was an angry older woman maybe in her 60s. I was out watering the yard and decided to put on the sprinkler. It was summer and hot as heck, and I didn’t feel like standing in the 100-degree heat. Not even fifteen minutes later, the authorities were knocking on our door and asked about the sprinkler. I was terrified, thinking I'd done something wrong.
It turns out our neighbor called because the water from the sprinkler got on her driveway which was just next to our lawn, and she just couldn’t take it that we had done something to her property. She had given my family problems before about little things but this incident sticks with me because it is just so ridiculous, and she never explained why except that it just wasn’t right that we "did something" to her property.
When we were moving from one house to the next and had our door unlocked, our neighbors somehow managed to take the oven out of the kitchen of our old house. But that's not all—they also sold our oven without asking and kept the money. We thought that we’d been robbed, but they admitted to it after we were settled in our new home.
At college, we basically had a living room, a bathroom, a separate room with a sink, and two bedrooms. I was two days away from moving out when I noticed that our A/C vent in the sink room was leaking water. Within five minutes, the dripping turned to a stream. Another 10 minutes later, I heard more dripping coming from the bathroom. Before I knew it, water was literally pouring from the top of the window in my living room.
It was literally raining inside. It took about an hour of continual rain before school officials turned off the water. My room was completely flooded with about two inches of water everywhere. When the school officials investigated the situation, they found out a disturbing truth. As it turns out, the people above us, who hated my roommate and me, packed up all their things and moved out earlier than they were supposed to.
Ok, whatever; they broke the rules and didn't follow the move-out procedure, but how did the flooding start you may ask? THEY STUFFED THE SHOWER DRAIN WITH TOWELS AND PURPOSELY FLOODED THEIR DORM SO WE WOULD GET FLOODED TOO! Needless to say, we were told that they would be paying for all damages to their floor, our ceiling, our floor, and the ceiling and floor of the person below us.
I heard they also got expelled from school, but I’m not sure on that one.
My neighbors were religious nutcases. They tried to convert my parents over and over again. Eventually, they waited until my parents left and they came for me. They told me that my parents would go into a horrible, scary place after they passed. But, if I helped them, I'd go to a wonderful place where I could hug wild animals. I told my dad about it and his face turned red. He went to have a word with the neighbor and I could hear them fighting from our house.
My neighbor had a large dog that hated my older, smaller dog. One day, her dog ran into my yard and bit my dog. She apologized, and it did not happen again. Then, she dumped her lawn clippings into my back yard. Had to ask her to stop and clean up her mess. She also decided to build a fence. No survey. So, I paid for a survey of my property.
She started building her fence three feet over on my property. I had her stop and remove the fence. She was angry and never rebuilt it. I painted my house. She painted her house the same color. I bought a new car. She bought a new car—same color, same configuration. It was all very odd.
My upstairs neighbor was peeved that I contacted the office about him and his really loud wife. I had no contact with them directly. So, this grown man waited until I took my 15-year-old, blind, cancer-fighting dog outside to relieve himself, and he came out to loudly bark and growl at my dog to scare him since he couldn’t see. Luckily, my dog didn’t care, but what a petty thing to do.
We caught my neighbor leaning out his upstairs window throwing open ink cartridges at our washing. He was barking mad and a few years ago got sectioned after hurting his wife. I'm pretty sure he also staged a fake home invasion for insurance money at one point. I am also fairly certain it was him that was injuring my cats—two had airgun pellets embedded in their heads.
My current neighbor grew up in the neighborhood but moved out when she got married. About 10 years later, she bought her parents’ house when they decided to retire someplace else and she moved back to the neighborhood. Immediately, she had a problem with how everything wasn't the same as when she was a kid.
My youngest son and her oldest son were the same age, they didn't like each other. So, she told everyone in the neighborhood…at least, those who would listen…that my kids were bad and that the other kids should stay away from them. The bus stop by our house has been in the same place since before we moved onto the street, BUT it's not where it was when she was young, and she said it had to be moved back!
She complained that she had to walk an extra few feet to the stop and apparently, she couldn't see her kid at the stop from her front windows. She called the school and the bus company for TWO years to get it moved. But here's the crazy part—she actually managed to get the bus stop moved back. Her kid then rode that bus for about 12 DAYS before she put him in a private Christian school. Two years later, the stop moved back to where it was.
My neighbor spied on me through my bedroom window and took pictures and videos. I should add that my parents' house is on two and a half acres and he had to consciously find a spot to spy on me, as it’s not like I was just across the way. Luckily, I was under 18 at the time, and that worked in my favor big time.
Years later, when he sent his work laptop in to be serviced by his company's IT, they found underage pictures of me changing through my window. He went straight to lockup.
The old lady in the condo below us called CPS because in her words: "I’m a retired nurse and I KNOW a baby shouldn’t cry that much". First of all, I had newborn twins, so she wasn’t hearing one baby cry, she was hearing two babies cry. Second of all, one of my twins was colicky, so from around 5 to 8 in the evenings, there was basically nothing I could do to get him to stop crying.
Third of all, how about knocking on the door and seeing if everything is okay or offering to help before calling CPS? My husband and I were furious, but the universe was on our side. The investigation was open and shut because it was obvious our kids weren’t being neglected in any way, but it added a whole new level of stress to an already crazy-stressful situation. We moved shortly after.
I live in a bunch of townhomes. Someone would empty their kitty litter into a bag then drag it to the trash, about halfway through the walk it would start leaving litter and cat poop on the sidewalk. One night we finally saw who was doing it. To show them, my roommate hopped in the dumpster, grabbed the bag which was mostly full, went to their house, tied it to the doorknob, cut the bottom, knocked, and ran.
The culprits opened the door and dragged kitty litter and all the garbage that was on top of it right into their house. They stopped dragging the bag to the trash after that.
The neighbors to my immediate left are always renting out their house. The renters never stay very long, and they're not always what I would call upstanding citizens. One particular renter stands out, though. They had this terrible old yellow Grand Prius that they parked in one of our parking spaces, and left it there. We tried six times to ask them nicely to move it.
The seventh time, my dad had it towed, and the bill sent to the renters. They were furious and threatened to hurt our outdoor cats. They moved pretty quickly after that.
I’m currently in the midst of filing a restraining order against my neighbor who likes to take pictures of every car parked in front of my house and every visitor to my house. Friends, family, babysitter, house cleaner, and even the license plate of people not even visiting my house but just happened to be parked in front of it.
When asked about it, he said he’s "not doing anything wrong," but then proceeds to send the photos to the HOA and the town code enforcement office saying I must be operating some kind of a business from my home. Heaven forbid I invite our babysitter over so I can go to work... Anyways, he’s a jerk and super creepy, and I’m getting a restraining order so he can stop harassing us.
I live in an apartment building. The upstairs neighbors’ dog peed on their patio and it dripped down onto me while I was sitting outside reading. I yelled and ran to shower. When I texted them to ask them to take their dog downstairs to pee in the future, their response gave me shivers. They said it wasn’t their dog and it must have blown over from somewhere else. What?
I had one neighbor that would basically take our mail and other stuff from our porch and yard. I caught her once to try and confront her, and she started yelling at me to stop attacking her. She even tried to say I was looting her stuff. That's when I had enough. I ended up calling the authorities and filing a restraining order against her.
Not a single one of our neighbors can stand this girl on our street. She's angered everyone on all sides of her. Her son's a cop so she'll send him over to yell at you if you do any of her pet peeves. She did that about one of our dogs as she hates animals. My wife answered the door, and the son thought he could manipulate her, but he had no idea who he was messing with.
The poor kid got an earful from my wife, who then called his captain to complain about the "momma's boy" who lived next door and was harassing people. It was hilarious. She regularly gets into it with her neighbor on the other side, which is a mistake, since that woman is taking care of a dementia-suffering husband and puts up with zero nonsense. I can hear her regularly telling her to get bent.
Her college-aged other son comes home now and they get into shouting matches in the backyard, calling each other names and such. It must be tiring to be so horrible all the time.
I spent thousands of dollars removing two very large trees from our property. About a month later, the neighbor sent us certified mail claiming one of the trees we did not cut down, was not healthy. Of course, this was not true because we had all the trees inspected before removal. Because they sent us certified mail, it forced us to get an umbrella insurance policy to cover the event of the tree falling on their house.
They never had one face-to-face conversation with us about it.
This happened years ago at my old apartment complex. My downstairs neighbor had a grill that they set up directly underneath our window, and when they grilled, the smoke would get into our house when the window was open. It was terrible. So, I politely asked if they could move their grill further away. They moved it—but then did something absolutely diabolical.
They set up a fan to move the smoke in my window’s direction. That really got me steaming but the breaking point was when they were having a party. I went to close my window, and the wife started shouting "That's right! Close your window!". Okay, you started it. I noticed their car had a paper license plate for several months that looked like it was printed out of computer paper and I could tell it was faked, so I reported it.
I expected them to get a ticket for not having registration and that would've been fine. Guess what? An officer comes by and finds that it's a stolen vehicle. One patrol car turns to three cars, and they arrest the husband and CPS takes their kids because they found substances in the house. All because of a grill!
Just recently, my new neighbors have decided to throw dirty diapers in my driveway. We know it's them since they have the only diaper-wearing child on the block. My wife tossed them back into their driveway and two hours later, the same diapers reappeared in my driveway, followed by a third that was only a few feet from my door.
I told my wife to leave them for me when I got home from work. I planned my revenge, and it was oh so sweet. Upon arriving home, I tossed all three diapers onto their roof, likely never to be seen again…until the humid Midwest summer baked those diapers into a glorious, colonic blasting poop storm of a smell for the neighbors.
I was like 12 or 13 at the time when this happened, and I was living in a suburb of Orlando, Florida. It was the typical American suburbia. We had this really ornery dude who lived next door. He never smiled or looked happy. When we moved in, my parents went over to introduce themselves. He shouted, "Go away"! through the door.
We never saw lights on. He mowed his grass religiously at seven in the morning on Saturdays. For three or four years, I never spoke to the man and neither did my parents...until 2003, in the middle of summer. It was hot, humid, and a bunch of us were playing outside with hoses and basketballs, just being normal kids.
All of the sudden, I saw him walking out of the garage and heading toward me. His next move had everyone's jaws on the floor. He walked right up to me, grabbed me by the throat, picked me up in the air one-handed, and said, "If you kids don't calm down, I'm going to get my shovel and put each and every one of you in the ground". Keep in mind, that we were all just kids at the time.
He was an extremely tall and muscular guy. He grabbed me by the throat so hard I busted a blood vessel in my neck. When I went inside, my throat was basically black and blue from the force with which he grabbed me. My mom was running errands at the time, so I called her on her cell, and she promptly called my dad while he was at work.
When my dad came home and I told him what happened, he was eerily calm. My dad was normally very energetic, personality-wise, and he had this cold calm demeanor that honestly scared me to my bones. He went into his room and I followed him. What he did next made my blood run cold—I saw him pull his .45 out of his safe, load it, and head towards the front door.
My mom was in hysterics saying, "Don't hurt him, don't do it", and all my dad was saying is "Come with me, let's go talk to the neighbor". We walked up to the neighbor's front door. My dad knocked and asks the guy to step outside and tell him what happened. When the guy went outside his door, my dad promptly slammed him across the face with the butt of his .45.
The guy fell down and my dad said, "If you ever threaten another child, mine or otherwise, especially when they're just playing outside, you don’t even want to guess what’s going to happen to you". My dad promptly stood up, and told me, "Let's go inside". The authorities then showed up and incarcerated my dad for assault.
However, it only really ended up being 100 hours of community service and misdemeanor trespass after the evidence of my assault and all the witness testimony corroborated my story. The guy moved out maybe six weeks later. We found out several years later, and randomly, that the guy actually passed when he tried to fight some younger thugs over their football playing in his new neighborhood in a bad part of town, and he got shot.
The family said on the news that he was manic-depressive, with bipolar and schizophrenic tendencies. My dad is probably where I get my complete lack of fear from.
I live in a townhouse that has an adjacent townhouse on either side. The neighbors on one side are absolutely fantastic. The other side? Not so much. About two years ago, the adult male living there was some sort of tradesman who regularly left for work at 4:40 am. Whenever he left, he would slam his front metal gate closed, which would regularly wake me and my four-year-old daughter.
The gate is only about 10 meters from our bedroom windows. I wrote a very polite note, explaining that it was a problem and asking them if they could please close their gate quietly. To his credit, he started leaving via the other exit—but this wasn't the end of it. About a month later, it was becoming clear that my front lawn was increasingly covered in dog poo, so I set up a webcam to see where it was coming from.
Very quickly it became clear that these neighbors were regularly opening their gate, letting the dog out to do its business, and then returning home, with no attempt to clear it up. I approached him one early evening as the dog returned home from its defecation excursion, and, again very politely, asked him and his wife to stop letting the dog leave its business on my front lawn.
They denied it, despite the fact that I had just caught the dog in the act and told them that I had video evidence of what their dog was doing. That absolute jerk decided that every morning he left for work thereafter he would literally slam his front gate using all his strength. Some people are human garbage. Thankfully, they moved out only a couple of months later.
In 2001, my neighbor wanted me to join an HOA. I had no interest. She contrived all these rules and insisted the neighborhood follow them. She would call the authorities, city inspectors, and everybody on anyone who didn't follow her rules. She finally got me a warning from the city on my house needing paint. In her vision, she wanted earth tones and encouraged me to change the color of my house from a light powder blue to a tan. Well, I went and did the exact opposite.
I painted the house PURPLE. I sold it as a purple house. The good news is it is 2021 and the house is STILL purple.
My old neighbor was a grumpy old lush. He complained when we had our light on in our bedroom too late at night. He was also quite horrible to my girlfriend, even calling her names. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he wouldn't open the door or would run away. When I was at work, he would knock on the door to moan to my girlfriend. Naturally, my girlfriend started ignoring him when he did this—and karma would end up getting him BIG time.
Unfortunately, one day he started knocking, and she ignored it, not realizing he was having a stroke. He went to a nursing home after that.
During hurricane Sandy, my street was without power, heat or hot water for 14 days. It was unbearably cold in the house, and at night we could see our breath because it would get down in the 20s/30s Farenheit. I have the west wing of the house to myself. There is a family that lives in the house proper, and another tenant in the small studio in between us.
I come home from work one day to just swing by the house and get clothes so I can shower at a friend’s house, and my road is blocked off. There were fire engines and officers everywhere. My neighbor approaches me as I'm making my way up the street through the craziness and I ask whose house it was. He said, "Oh, it's yours".
Immediately, I run towards my house because all I care about is my cat. I arrive and find total chaos. Coming down the driveway, I see the people from the main house being carried away on stretchers. I don't see smoke or fire, but my front door is kicked in and my cat is roaming around outside. Basically everyone that lives on my street is congregating in my driveway/on my lawn.
One of the firemen came over to tell me the people in the main house were cold, so they brought their charcoal grill in the house and lit it to heat the house. It filled the house with carbon monoxide, the mom passed out, the daughter felt weak and called for help.
When my boyfriend was 14, he was living with his mom and sister on a housing estate. It was summer and he liked a bit of light in his upstairs bedroom, so he left the curtains open at all times. That included when he was getting dressed and after having a shower, so if you purposefully stared at his window, you could see him from his waist up (and only his waist up).
Well, their neighbor did not like that one bit. She went pounding on their door, yelling at my mother-in-law that her son was a disgrace, hanging around always unclothed and exposing himself to her daughter. My mother-in-law told her he had every right to do whatever he wanted in his bedroom, and that if they didn't want to see him all they needed to do was not to look.
A couple of days went by and lo and behold, the authorities showed up at the neighbor’s door. Turned out the neighbor had been filming and taking pictures of my boyfriend to show to the housing people as evidence of his wrongdoing to get them kicked out. Except that the housing office called the authorities on her for taking pictures and videos of an underage kid and kicked her and her family out.
I lived in a duplex that shared one large driveway with another duplex. Parking could be tight, but all of us cooperated and made the best of it, except for one woman. She left a note on my car two days after my husband and I moved in, telling me not to park there because she didn’t like that I was "in front of her door".
I was at least 15 feet away from her house and that was the only spot I could park in without blocking anyone else. I left her a note back explaining this. She banged on my door at 11 PM and screamed at us, calling me the c-word, and demanding that I get rid of my car. We eventually shut the door on her. The nasty notes persisted and were ignored.
I confirmed with my landlord that this is where I should be parking and he said yes, ignore her. Then, she started barricading that part of the driveway, so that every day when I got home, I would have to get out of my car and move her stuff before I could park. This became a real pain in the neck when I broke my elbow.
She used her trash can, a pedestal with a birdcage on it, and a bench to block the driveway and I had to move all of them to park. I started just picking them up and gently moving them towards her porch. Then she came up with something else. She started putting Vaseline on them. I grabbed her trash can and got a gloppy handful of Vaseline. Sure enough, everything else was coated in it as well.
I decided to use my foot to push everything up against her house. Mind you, nothing was damaged or knocked over, just moved. She called law enforcement and reported that she saw me vandalizing her things by picking them up and throwing them into her house, kicking stuff over, and smashing them into the ground. The officer was angry.
He thought that I was the teenage girlfriend of the guy who lived there, not the adult leaseholder. So he pounded on the door yelling, "Sheriff's department! Come outside!" We went outside. He pointed to me and asked, "Are you the girlfriend!?" I resisted the urge to say something snarky in response to what I found to be a misogynistic and demeaning statement.
He went off on me saying, "Your behavior needs to stop right now, I don't know where you're from, but in [town] we do not tolerate this kind of disrespect blah blah blah!" Well, he didn’t know what he was in for. 15 minutes later, once we'd gotten a word in edgewise, he changed his tune pretty quick. He realized he'd been misled by our neighbor. We told him we were sorry he got dragged into a petty parking dispute.
He told us he's been dragged into stupider stuff and told us that if she puts up the barricades again, to call them instead of moving it ourselves, to protect ourselves from false allegations. In fact, he wanted us to call any time she does anything to harass us. She also received a mean letter from the landlord telling her to knock it off.
We got a mean note from her saying, "The reason I don't want you parking by my door is because you are trash! Your druggie psychopath girlfriend runs amok vandalizing! I want nothing to do with you," among other things. We called law enforcement and she got spoken to by them, and the landlord sent her another mean letter. Hopefully, that'll be the end of it.
Some 15 years ago, when my parents and I lived in Fort Wayne, Indiana, we ended up befriending one of the neighbors and her two kids. Well, one day, we were all hanging out together when I noticed her son had some pretty bad bruises and a nice size knot on his head. I just shrugged it off and we continued playing. Then, that night, the mother came over and made a shocking confession to my mom.
She said she ended the boy's life. She went into some pretty disturbing details, and she wasn't remorseful at all. When she left back to her house, my mom called the authorities immediately and she was taken to the station shortly after. The worst part is, she vowed that when she got out, she'd do the same thing to my mom. We noped the heck out of Indiana and moved to another state.
A neighbor just regaled me with this heartbreaker. His sister, her husband, and two kids went up to Washington to camp every year. So, they were up there in May, early June, sometime during 2002-2003, and the son went to use a rope swing to jump into the lake. The whole family was watching, fun times. But then everything took an incredibly dark turn.
The boy botched the jump and ended up with the rope around his ankle, fell badly, broke a bone, and was just dragging underwater, flailing. The dad immediately springs into action to save his son and dove in—into shallow water. He smashed his skull open, was instantly paralyzed, and drowned. The mother obviously tried to save them both, dove into the water, and suffered a fatal heart attack.
The son stopped flailing and was just hanging there, head underwater. The daughter, 10 years old, had no idea two minutes prior that she would be sitting safely on shore, watching her whole family die. So incredibly heartbreaking. She was raised by my neighbor as a daughter. I just can’t even imagine what that would be like. Just normal, mundane risks proving lethal in less than 200 heartbeats.
I had one neighbor who was the self-appointed mayor of the block. He would tell me all the time what I was doing wrong, from having my sprinklers on at the wrong time to not properly sorting my recyclables. I took his suggestions under advisement and even read the four-page typed note he wrote to me about the correct timing of the crabgrass preventer.
One evening, when I was cleaning off my deck, he walked up and began telling me about the latest landscaping issues. My niece, who was 13 at the time, was showering off after being in the pool. She walked out in a robe from the shower area and slung her suit over the fence to dry. I thanked him for his vast landscaping knowledge and told him we were off to dinner and shooed her inside.
I closed the slider and remembered I left the hose on, so I slipped the door back open and I saw her suit slid over the fence. I took two steps to the edge of the deck expecting to see her bathing suit on my grass. That’s when I spotted him—and it was the most disturbing sight of my entire life. The mayor was on his hands and knees in my grass, sniffing the suit crotch. We had a long talk about how he was going to come with me to the station.
One of my neighbors was expecting their first baby. The wife had passed out and went unresponsive at home while an elderly relative was visiting. The baby was born at the hospital, and the wife's condition rapidly deteriorated. Only the baby came home. The husband was understandably overwhelmed when all this happened. The poor guy didn’t leave the hospital until his wife passed a few days later.
Their townhome only had two parking spots. Our HOA had recently changed the rules for our overflow parking. Residents had been allowed to park no more than four days a month in those spaces. Then it went to 90 minutes a month which became effective two days after the wife went to the hospital. The wife's car was in the overflow parking lot when the elderly relative was there visiting.
The wife's mom came to care for the baby and help with funeral arrangements. She flew in, took a taxi to her daughter's home, and got the extra car keys from the house. She went to the overflow parking, and her daughter's car was gone. The HOA towed it. The husband came home with the baby and got all the mail that had accumulated in his absence. What he found was truly awful.
There were multiple fines from the HOA, from the towed car to trash cans being out past 4:30 PM and on non-trash days, to some weeds that had sprouted in the driveway. There was also a bill from the HOA president, who "impounded" the trash cans and recycling bins with a $30/day "storage fee" per item. The HOA president lived on their street.
He was aware that an ambulance had come and that no one had been at the house for days. He would not dismiss the fines because the husband was still physically capable of going back to the house. The situation ended up on the news, but, unfortunately, you just can't shame some people. But it wasn't all bad. One of our other neighbors realized there was nothing in the HOA rulebook about needing HOA permits for rummage sales.
So, they organized a giant neighborhood rummage sale to raise money for the fines. The look on the HOA president's face was priceless when he tried to shut it down, and multiple people came out with our 300-page by-laws book to show it was within the rules. The rummage sale was also reported as an update on the news.
We were able to raise a few thousand to help our neighbor out. I eventually moved away and will never buy another property with an HOA because of the petty nonsense HOAs bring out. The husband ended up moving back to where their families were from, partly due to not wanting to deal with the HOA.
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