Nightmare neighbours - have you ever had one?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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The first place I lived by myself was an apartment complex where I lived in the sub basement. I had a patio which was below the upstairs neighbor’s balcony, and the wall of my patio was sloped on both sides of the patio. My upstairs neighbor had a party one time in which all of his guests jumped off the balcony and then climbed up my wall, over and over, and over again. He also lifted weights. A lot. In his living room. So I repeatedly heard him dropping the weights on my ceiling. I finally had to complain to management, and he moved out.

The second place I lived was also an apartment, this one on the second floor. Remember, that I was new to all of this apartment living, and in the first place I lived, we had a big room where people would put stuff they didn’t want any more, and other people who lived there could take if it they wanted to. So when I moved to the new place, I had some book shelves that got moved, but then I didn’t really want them any more, so I put them downstairs by the dumpster. A downstairs neighbor took exception to this, and yelled profanities at me. This started a general period of harassment that I never understood. I never did a thing to him, except one time. I was really, really, sick, running a fever, and it was a three day holiday weekend, and SOMEBODY spent the entire holiday working downstairs on his car horn. Apparently. The horn honked over and over again for hours, and I was trying to sleep because I felt like shit, but this made it impossible. Basically delirious, I opened my front door and just randomly yelled, “Knock it off!” Of course, it turned out to be the bad neighbor, who decided to make my life hell from that point on. Every time he saw me after that, he called me piggy (Yeah, I was fat), and one time, he even called me, out of the blue, and made pig grunting noises on the phone. I eventually moved out.

Currently, we live in a mobile home park. There’s a guy who lives next door to the space across the street from us. His aunt lived in the space next to his, until her house burned down and she moved away, and the debris was carted off, leaving this open space where no house was put in for years. Neighbor used this space as his own private parking lot, where he kept three cars, a motorcycle, and a beat up old pickup with a huge trailer that I think he built himself. He runs some sort of junk business out of the empty space, and at all hours of the day and night, he busily, noisily, throws junk into the back of the trailer. He also likes to ride his motorcycle at all hours, and when he starts it up, he likes to let it sit idle for fifteen, twenty minutes at a time. The trailer he pulls with his truck is extremely long, and he spends long periods of time backing in and out of his personal parking lot, coming perilously close to rear-ending our car. We call him Noisy Guy.

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We live in a very rural part of Ohio. Our closest neighbor died, and the place was bought by an older couple a couple years ago. They have two or three big dogs that live in a 4’ X 7’ pen. As far as I can tell, the dogs are never let out of the pen. They bark constantly, 24/7. Right now, if I go outside, they will be barking. It’s very annoying. I’m not a dog person, but I do feel bad for those dogs.

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I may have mentioned this prize duo before.

We once rented a small house in a suburban neighborhood, and shortly after we moved in, the male half of the couple next door (a college choir leader, no less) informed me that part of our yard was actually his and he would be coming over the fence from time to time to tend “his” garden (I told him to take it up with our landlord).

His wife came onto our front lawn to rake a scattering of fall leaves, lest they blow onto and sully her lawn (Mrs. J. politely instructed her to go away), and later was caught “picking up papers” which just happened to be under our bedroom window (I called her on the phone to tell her to knock it off; she screamed at me and hung up).

They eventually moved to a city about a thousand miles away. We happened to be visiting there a short time later and out of curiosity cruised by their new home. I was really tempted to stop, ring their doorbell and mention that I was thinking of renting the house next door. :smiley:

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My next door neighbor has set up an illegal music studio in his garage… Which wouldn’t bother me if I couldn’t hear it, but he invites “friends” to come and play when he isn’t home - and my back yard is basically impossible to use when they play. His “friends” always seem to leave envelopes at his back door whenever they leave. I’m sure it’s cards and love notes, and not money… yeah, right.

When we complained to him that his music was bothering us, his comment was “But music is my life!”. When I told him that he could have all the music he wanted if we didn’t hear it throughout our house and yard, and that peace and quiet is our life, he started insulting us, and telling us that we’re just whiners and complainers, and that the music isn’t loud, and that it “only lasts an hour or two” every once in a while… and his comments got more insulting from there.

We eventually sent him a letter telling him that if the music doesn’t stop we’ll be reporting him to the city code enforcement people who will force him to take down the studio, or we’ll take him to court and sue for the disturbance.

He then ran to other neighbors (who don’t have to hear his music), and literally cried that we’re being mean to him, and are trying to stop him from “the most important thing in his life”. The neighbors actually fell for it, and somehow we ended up the bad guys in this situation. We had neighbor after neighbor tell us that he was really upset and was crying because of us…

After the letter, the music stopped for about 6 months, but recently started up again. We’re trying to figure out what we want to do next.

He also has coyotes living in his back yard, so we can no longer let our dogs out into our yard without going with them and screaming at coyotes to chase them away… When we complained that dangerous wild animals were living in his yard, his comment was “I don’t have time to chase around squirrels or cats or whatever”, and does nothing. The coyotes keep coming back - and sleeping three feet from our fence. This has been going on for about two years - a LONG two years…

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Is this guy 12 years old or something? what a whiny brat thing to say.

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Yep, he definitely comes across as a whiny brat… and I think he’s 60 going on 12!

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I lived in Baltimore for years until the neighborhood became so bad I felt I had no choice but to leave.
So I moved 60 miles away, to a small town (@3000 people) in a rural area - right next door to the town juvenile delinquent and his bitch of a mother.

RIGHT. NEXT. DOOR.

I had five acres, I think she had about the same, but both of our houses were turned sideways so our front doors faced each other and each house was close to the property line - so there was maybe 100 feet between out two doors.

The kid was a punk, and his mother did nothing but cover up for him. Her precious son could do no wrong and it was always somebody framing him or setting him up.
They were horrible people, I just won’t even go into the details.

I’m not surprised the brat has an extensive criminal record, with even his own other having to get restraining orders against him, and charging him with theft and violence towards her. He died young. If the dumb bitch had stood up and been a mother instead of covering up for him maybe she wouldn’t have had to suffer what he put her through.
I don’t feel sorry for either of them. I only feel sorry for the other neighbors around them.

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I almost forgot about the neighbors who parked their SUV on my lawn. And I don’t mean a couple of tires over on the grass, I mean the entire vehicle in my front yard. I went over and told them they needed to move it, and they did. They were real nice about it and acted a little perplexed as to what the issue was, but they moved it.

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For awhile we had a man living behind us that had suffered a traumatic brain injury in the past and was way off in cuckoo land by the time we moved in.

He would walk somewhere every day, which was kind of strange since we live in a rural area and the only things within walking distance are stores and gas stations. You could pinpoint his location by the loud vocalizations he made; incoherent yells, hoots, and animal noises.

He would walk or ride a bike down the street wearing outrages clothing (bright colored feather boas, Halloween costume quality army uniform, leotard, etc) while carrying an umbrella.

His small house was on acreage that he used to share with his parents when they were alive. The part that we can see is a trash dump. He appears to have “collected” things in his wanderings; kids toys, fake plants, cat scratching post, random metal and plastic things.

He had a small colony of feral cats living at his place and when he disappeared (we saw him one day sitting in a cardboard box on the side of the road, yelling, and he hasn’t been seen since. We think he’s been hospitalized or put into some kind of group home by the state) they migrated to our house.
For awhile they was a dysfunctional woman and her preteen daughter living several houses down from us. This woman’s life was a tale of woe from day one. Her daughter is on the autism spectrum (just talk to her for one minute and its obvious) and the mother was/is at war with the poor people at whatever school the girl is attending. Half the problems are caused by her daughter! Mom told me about how the girl was wearing too short shorts one day and got in trouble. Girl mouthed off to authority figures and got in even more trouble.

Mom was outraged! How dare someone not understand her darling child doesn’t have the social skills of a raddish and doesn’t understand how to act!:rolleyes: When I met them the girl was being “homeschooled”. Shudder.
They had constant financial and legal issues. Constant car and house issues. They had very little money (mom on SSDI and daughter on SSI), but the mom would make frequent trips to thrift stores, buy cigarettes and soda even while moaning to me about how little money they have.

They had two dogs and a cat. Cat got eaten by coyotes at one point and she bred one of her dogs to a neighbors dog resulting in a dozen puppies.
Next to them is The Feral Family.
A nice , if alcoholic, man and his dog moved out nearly eight years ago and these spawn from hell moved in!

Family nearly eight years ago consisted of Nearly Gaunt Dad, Loud Mom, and More Hyper Than A Squirrel on Crack elementary age son. At one point they had Neglectful Teenage Mom and Unwatched Toddler living with them. Luckily the last too vanished in less then a years time.

They have a veritable zoo of pets over the years. None lasting longer than a few years other than the Shepherd mix the acquired shortly after moving in.

I first see the dog is as it bolts down the road with the mother following close behind in her car. Dog is not wearing a collar and the woman has no leash. Turns out, according to her, the dog had been abused with a leash in the past and was too scared of them for her to use one. Oh, and he’d also never worn a collar before so they didn’t want to risk traumatizing him with one. :rolleyes:

Dog is never neutered and to this day lives in their smaller-than-postage-stamp yard. From which he periodically escapes.

For awhile they had a white fluffy dog and a Chihuahua. Haven’t seen those in a few years.

Next they got a cat. Cat went unspayed and was never allowed indoors beyond the garage. Cat had kittens, vanished one day, and the kittens dispersed. One made his way to our house and has never left. He got neutered, shots and now lives as our resident barn cat.

One Easter mom gets the son a bunny. Bunny sits in a too small cage in their garage. Vanishes about a week later.

Mom gets a female shepherd mix puppy. Puppy sits in their backyard with the fully grown male shepherd mix and cries to be let into the house. At the time this was a VERY young puppy, looked to be about 9 weeks. Mom gleefully tells me she’s going to breed them.:mad: Puppy grows up and vanishes about a year later, no sign of puppies.

Mom gets two pot bellied piglets, male and female. :rolleyes: I am able to talk her out of breeding them and she soon tires of their mess and so they vanish, too.

I don’t see the mom for awhile and according to Dysfunctional Woman, the mom died of breast cancer. Whatever happened, mom is no longer living there and it SHOWS.

They no longer acquire pets so quickly, but the dad has bought the now preteen/teen aged son two ATVs. The boy and his friends, and sometimes his dad:eek:, ride these things recklessly and on other people’s property. Not once have I seen anyone wearing a helmet and sometimes the boy is barefoot!

The paranoid ex-biker with his guard dogs and the creepy man on the sex offender list don’t don’t even count as nightmares next to The Ferals.