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When I first moved into my current apartment/townhouse complex, eight Mexican adults, none of whom spoke a word of English moved into the two bedroom unit directly in front of mine. Complete with five vehicles to fill the three potential spaces available to them.
Fortunately, I only had to complain about them parking behind my car twice, threatening to have them towed the second time, before they stopped.
Four of them were evicted (max legal residency: 4 adults in a 2 bedroom unit) but moved back a couple of days later, followed by impending legal action that caused them all to move out in the space of a few hours in the dead of the night.
Of course, that unit was a trip, because the neighbors on the other three sides of me (north, south and beneath) were all locked in mutual wars over noise issues, each contending that their own noise was nothing and that the others (including me, trapped in the middle) were all egregious offenders who should be arrested, ticketed and/or evicted.
By comparison, this is not a big thing.
Across the street from my house is a 3 residence rental property. It is a 2 story house that has 2 residences on the main floor and one on the top floor. In ten years of my living in this neighborhood, people have moved in and out of this house. I never had problems with any of them until this year.
This summer we noticed some new people that moved into the 2nd floor residence. They had this habit of leaving their balcony door (that faces my house) open. This by itself would not be a problem, but they talk… and swear… and yell… all the time. This is during the day when my kids are outside playing. They don’t need to hear that crap.
This would happen on and off through the summer, without any consistency, but one week it happened 3 days in a row. I finally had it and walked over to let them know about the effects of their actions.
I was polite, but firm. I informed them that with their balcony door open the sound from their apartment carried to my house and that we could hear everything happening, including the swearing and fighting, and that my kids play outside and could hear everything.
The lady told me she didn’t think they were being loud, but I reiterated that with the balcony door open, we could hear them from my house, and that I personally heard swearing this particular afternoon while my kids were outside.
I left, and as I was leaving, I heard their balcony door SLAM shut.
I haven’t had a problem with them since.
The most memorably awful one was the guy who would sit on his porch swing and jerk off his dog.
When I was a kid, we had these next door neighbors, called the Browns.
It should have been great. They had three kids, all close in ages to us. In truth, we did get along for a bit but…
Well, the boys started to pick fights with us. When they lost, they told their mother we started it. She would come and scream at us and say how we ‘hid behind our mother’s skirttails’. Our mother wasn’t home.
Well then one night, they did something really bad.
They killed our cat.
We had an all white cat. (Kitty) Kitty was last scene healthy in our back yard. She didn’t go into their yard as they had two yippy dogs that barked at us and anything that was darker than ‘off-white’. Kitty staggered on the back poarch and she was clearly in distress. So we rushed to the all night vet who could hear fluid in her lungs but since she didn’t have a fever couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then as Kitty lay on the table, my sister was stroking her and a red streak appeared in the fur. The vet dug in and found a hole. She had been shot with a BB gun. There was nothing to be done.
Well, except for a huge ugly confrontation with them at about 11:30 pm when we got back from the vet. My oldest brother took the cat over to them and pounded on their door. When they came out he flung it at them. Only two people on the block owned BB guns. My brother and the older Brown boy. She was shot in the side that was facing their house from where she was last seen. We know they did it.
We did recover the body and gave her a proper burial in our back yard.
Dear sweet Jesus. I’m pretty sure we can shut down this thread. Nothing could top that.
Recently, we’ve been having some rather interesting problems with our neighbors. It’s a couple in their late twenties/early thirties with a few kids. Aside from the fact that there’s a pair of developmentally disabled five-year-old twins and an older girl, I’m not sure how many children they have, as the little things are always coming and going. I like to keep to myself and not poke my nose in other people’s business, but apparently I’m alone in this habit.
They heard my niece coughing a lot and smelled incense coming from the house, so called the police to report us for smoking pot. Yes, I’m serious. They did this multiple times and the police didn’t do much about it, until I guess the “zomgpotsmokers” phone calls reached some sort of critical mass and I came home from work one night to find out the police had come and searched our house for drugs.
Then earlier today they were having an argument in their house (loud enough to be heard from our house) about how the husband had failed to do anything about the “crack heads” next door.
This is all quite baffling considering how extremely boring we are, but they’re convinced we’re huge drug users. After all, we’re vegetarians with no interest in fishing or hunting, we’re not Christians, and we don’t even watch TV. Of course we’re doing drugs! What else could explain it?
Is that even legal? 
Did they have a warrant?
There was a house on the block that I grew up that was full of garbage. Now I don’t mean they were bad housekeepers, I mean they literally had 20 years worth of rot on their floors that had piles with paths going through them.
The house smelled just like you would think it would especially in the summer and the family smelled just as bad. They had a young daughter who was constantly teased to the point she refused to go to school and was left back a couple of times for non attendence.
No one was allowed to actually go in the house though. When the answered the door they would peer out an open window with the curtain pulled right around their head.
So how do I know? Kids get curious and one day we opened the back door to take a look when we knew they weren’t home. One of the boys went in to ‘explore’ but I wasn’t that brave.
I moved out of the neighborhood while the owners were still alive. I heard that after the kids left, the couple died one after the other and the kids had to bulldoze the house down to the ground. When I went back to look at the old neighborhood recently, the house that was there was nothing like the original and the new owner was talking about this old lady that haunts it and smells like garbage. Why do I think he heard some rumors?
I asked my parents why no one ever called the health department on these people. It is funny, when you are young you don’t realize how odd it is to have those kinds of things in your neighborhood. My parents said they were “nice people” and where would they go if there were forced out?
An entire neighborhood and no one complained for twenty plus years of the mess and smell. I guess this is also a “good” neighbor story.
I used to spend a week over the summer at my grandparents’ house. They lived in a neighborhood where the houses were just far enough apart to fit a car between.
I always slept in their front bedroom with the window overlooking their neighbor’s driveway. Every morning, about 6AM, the husband would get in his truck (right under the aforementioned bedroom window) and crank it.
Then he’d rev the engine way up and leave it for about a minute. He’d back off and then do it again. This would go on for anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour. When he was finished, he’d turn the truck off and go back in the house. It was usually another hour or two before he left for work. Sometimes he’d even do it in the evenings an hour or two after he got home.
My grandparents said that it was a daily ritual and he did it even on days when he wasn’t going anywhere. They’d long since gotten used to it and even had a pretty good idea what he was doing.
They said he usually had a cordless telephone and figured he was talking to his girlfriend whom he’d bring over when his wife wasn’t at home. They thought the engine revving was to keep anyone from overhearing the conversation or perhaps to fool the girlfriend into thinking he was out of town.
I used to live in a gated lakeside community. Sounds snobby but most people there weren’t, and there was plenty of woods and wildlife around.
Anyway my next-door neighbor lived in a simple cabin that was built by his family in the 60’s, and not maintained well since then. The cabin had a large confederate flag in the front window, deer antlers above the window, and several hunting dogs in the back. There was a skeletal partially finished deck on the front. In the yard were various old cars and mowers, none operational. There was a pontoon boat that consisted of just the pontoons and flat floor sitting in his yard for many years.
All that stuff isn’t totally unusual in our county, but it is unusual in the gated community, that has all sorts of rules against much of what I mentioned. He said he did get notices from the property owner’s association, he just put them in a pile and ignored them.
I really never had any problem with the guy, we left each other alone mostly, but of course he was the talk of the community, everybody wondered why he was allowed to have all that mess. I borrowed his mower a few times, I let him plug in his refrigerator after a hurricane when I had electricity but he didn’t. He patched my roof after that hurricane too. His dog barking and loud motorcycle were about all I heard from him.