The Crazy Bitch Next Door

The BBQ Pit
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I’ve griped about the nut next door in a couple of threads that I am too lazy to link to. Neighbor #2 has a restraining order against her for threatening her with violence. In the last week she’s brought her older kid (16) into the act. He

  • vandalized Neighbor #2’s front yard at his mother’s instruction, was caught red-handed by the guy across the street, and said, “Well, you can’t prove anything.” Which would be true, except for the fact that he saw both of them doing it.

  • yelled “Fuck you, kid” to Neighbor #2’s six-year-old through a window

  • also threatened to throw a brick through the window and break my neighbor’s camera (neighbor has been taping and filming everything this family of assholes has been doing).

A detective is gathering evidence. This crazy cunt has to be guilty of menacing, or harassment, or something, and the penalties are especially sweet if you’re already under a restraining order.

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Sad. And trashy.
The funny thing is, you can never tell who’s going to be a good neighbor or not. Moving into my apartment last year I was a bit worried by the thuggish looking guys next door. Two big black guys lived with one slightly less big white guy. All very thuggish. And three of the sweetest and coolest neighbors ever (it probably helped that I taught one how to play guitar and gave them lots of leftover beer).

And it was the seemingly nice couple below us that couldn’t/wouldn’t control their dogs and eventually were separated after a domestic dispute.

Good luck, hope you lose the crazy fucking neighbors.

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Neighbors are a bitch. I went from having unwashed barking standard poodle neighbor to Skil saw neighbor. The neighbors on the other side let us use their cabin when they aren’t. Take the good with the bad I guess.

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We lived next door to run-loud-lawn-implements-every-single-fucking-afternoon day for several years. About drove me MAD. But at least we didn’t have to have a restraining order on her (although I was tempted about the 475,000th time she turned on that damn leaf blower).

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Our “new” neighbors have four large dogs that bark at everything, all day and into the night. The youngest dog is still just a puppy, but in six months he’s already probably 50 lbs, and he likes to just stand in the back barking at nothing but the air, I guess. And people are kind of odd in other ways too, but nothing as annoying as the barking dogs.

And nothing as criminal or trashy as vandalizing property or screaming obscenities at children. Good luck with that.

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Neighbors are terrible, well not all.

Growing up, we lived next door to the lowest scum of the earth. It all started over something so small. The neighbors had two girls and that me and my sister played with all the time. We all brought our barbies together and shared clothes, etc. Well, some of their stuff was mixed in with ours and they accused us of stealing. At my young age (I think I was like 9 or 10) I went over to the mom and gave her back the stuff. I told her I had no idea it was mixed in with our stuff.

So, everything should be fine, right? Not on your life.

They were nice and said thank you and I thought all was well. They kept ignoring us though.

A few years earlier my sister was bitten by a mosquito that was carrying what is now similar to West Nile. Her brain swelled and she was put into a medicated coma for two weeks. The years following, she had seizures all the time. Gran Mal seizures at that. Between the medication and my sister’s quirky personality, she didn’t emotionally mature as fast as other kids her age. She was really intelligent though, always straight A’s, never in trouble.

The neighbors from hell decided that she was “retarded” and started harassing us on a daily basis. What’s funny is, the youngest child in their family, a little boy, had to wear a helmet 24 hours a day. Talk about hypocrites! The daughter who was my age would tell the school bullies that I was talking trash about them, I almost got my ass kicked once. She went up to the heaviest girl in my class and told her I said she was a fat bitch. I was a shy, little girl who never caused trouble, so that was my saving grace.

The neighbors would go out in their driveway and take things and beat them on the ground and yell that they were imagining beating my sister. There was also the older teenager son who one evening him and his dad jumped my father. They put firecrackers under our car once. We videotaped that incidence. Luckily, we were able to get a restraining order against them so the harassment turned to ignoring us then spreading rumors about my family to the whole neighborhood. It wasn’t long until me and my sister barely had any friends left. Years later, our old friends from the neighborhood still apologize to us and ask what happened. They’re horrified by what happened to us.

The kicker of the story is this: my father died right before my 12th birthday from lung cancer. The morning he died and the funeral home came to pick up the body, the mother stood out in her driveway singing “swing low . . . sweet chariot . . .”. I have vowed if I ever see this woman again that I don’t care if I go to jail. I will punch her so fucking hard her teeth will fall out of her skull. There’s no excuse for the toture these people put us through.

What’s funny is, I looked up their public police records and the teenage son has menacing, harassment, and battery charges all over his record. Karma’s a bitch.

Currently, me and my husband live in a small town on the outskirts of Columbus. When we first moved in, we found out the people we bought the house from were good friends with one of the next-door neighbors. They partied a lot together and were very close.

We thought we’d have no trouble, we were actually more concerned about the neighbors on the other side. They are an older couple, retired and their life is their church. I wrongly assumed be’d be inundated with Jesus-talk and saving speeches. They only invited us one time to attend their church and have never asked us again, they respect our wishes (I don’t believe in organized religion) and treat us like we’re their own children. When they don’t see us for a long time (we had a bad storm this winter) they call to make sure we’re okay, they’ve brought us leftovers from parties, we let them use our driveway when they have their bible-study at their house, overall they are the best neighbors I’ve ever had. They talk to us a lot, they invited us over to hang out with them and their family during the fourth of July weekend, just wonderful people.

The ones on the other side that we thought we’d get along with, we can’t stand them. They have parties every single weekend, which is fine, they don’t get too loud or stay up too late. But their guests are idiots. Right after we put up our privacy fence, one of their party guests suggested they “break in” our new fence by pissing all over it then started asking how much onto “their” property did our fence go. We put it in over a foot so we didn’t impede on their driveway since it runs along the property line, we did them a favor. I was out in my backyard with the dogs when I heard him say all this, he then looks through the boards and sees me and gets scared “how long has she been there?”. I yelled back “long enough! And if you even think about defacing my property, I’m coming over and cutting off your dick!” He shut up and walked away.

We’ve also dealt with their dog defacating in our yard numerous times and we just found out they bought another dog, a much bigger dog. I told my husband, the first pile of crap I see, we’re calling animal control and getting them removed. Our neighbors across the street said their dog walked over to her yard, pooped, then walked back to her owner and the dog got a “good dog!!”. We’ve all delivered their dog’s poop back to them to no avail. We’ve started to just shovel it up and toss it over into their yard. They have a koi pond, so that’s where it’s going next. Either that or smashed onto all their lawn furniture. We’re tired of it. We’ve given them no reason (besides being very vocal about hating the previous owners who are their friends) to dislike us and disrespect us. Turns out, that’s how they treat everyone. Oh, and they also have a son, early twenties I think, who goes into rages in the middle of the night and wakes everyone up. Last time he did it, I yelled out my window I was calling the cops. They ran inside so quick.

All in all, it’s a grab bag. Neighbors are very difficult and disrespectful, but then sometimes you get wonderful ones who mean the world to you. Good luck and I hope you get this taken care of. They can make you feel like a prisoner in your own home, the place you’re supposed to go to to relax and unwind. People don’t need lunatics to come home to every day.

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We live in a “duet home”, which means it shares a wall with one other home. The other home is a “below market rate”, which means the city helps lower-income folks in buying their first home. The previous neighbor was a gem, but the new neighbors are hellish.

The current owner, one week after moving in, invited another family into the home to share with her and her immediate family. It’s a small, 3+1.5-style townhome. The new family are rather obvious gang members. Assorted scummy people who look like ex-cons visit at all hours and in fact we hear them in their backyard discussing their felony convictions. The heavily tattooed guy who is the head of the tenant family has an everyday speaking voice that can be heard a couple of blocks away, and his feral children are learning their speaking style directly from him.

Their lawnmower broke down a few weeks ago halfway through mowing the front lawn, and the lawn has been left half-mowed, with the unmowed half now at about 18". Beer cans are lodged in the long grass. Although no move has been made to repair or replace the broken mower, apparently money enough has since been found to buy a couple of jet skis, which have been parked in a trailer across the neighborhood’s sidewalk, as their garage is full of low-riders emblazoned with the decals of a notorious local gang member car club.

They play their stereo and television loud enough to make the water in my glass vibrate like in Jurassic Park. We have installed soundproofing and drywall on the walls between our homes, but it only succeeds in somewhat deadening the din. Lots of bass can penetrate even heavy stone castle walls, I believe.

Our homeowners’ association advises us not to directly contact these folks, and they do all the intervention necessary. This has resulted in our association president (a big guy - nice but tough) getting into a screaming match with tattooed love boy over his playing his car stereo loud enough to rattle the windows in all the homes for a couple of blocks around.

We’d move, but property here in the bay area costs a king’s ransom nowadays.

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Oftentimes, cities have codes that specify how many people can live in a rental property. In Indianapolis, it’s no more than 2 people per bedroom.

Here in Indianapolis, that’s a health code violation (tall grass/weeds plus the rubbish in the lawn). It may seem piddly, but you might want to check into these two things. Too bad they’re not renters - they could possibly be grounds for eviction. YMMV, IANAL, etc.

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Our former neighbors were the biggest slobs on the planet. They had a constant stream of dogs that never worked out, so they’d get rid of it, only to get another. They dogs would shit all over their yard and rather than scoop it up, the son would just run the mower over the dog shit. During the summer heat, the stench got so bad we couldn’t sit outside in our own backyard. (My little cousins were always disappointed that they couldn’t play on my sister’s old swing set.)

Then they’d have screaming fights with endless reams of profanity. At all hours of the day and night. The mom would wake up extra early and be outside hammering away at 6 am. They’d start bonfires in their backyard and the smoke would drift over into our windows. They’d throw their cigarettes into OUR yard when they were done.

The two eldest kids were the worst. The boy wasn’t doing his homework, so mom decides she’ll homeschool him. Except…she never does, he just hangs out all day at the house getting high while Mom’s at work, along with his older sister. Who we got to hear coming down from some kind of drug-hours long fits of her screaming incoherantly.

Their youngest daughter was still in school, but she wasn’t much better-my mother saw her throw apple cores OUT THE KITCHEN WINDOW when she was finished with them.

Mom was obviously dealing because of all the shady characters coming to their house. My mother suspects she was whoring as well.

Finally, they defaulted on their mortgate payments and the bank foreclosed. They left behind three of their cats-which we captured and took to a foster home. Three days later, the eldest daughter comes back looking for them. I was snickering as I heard her saying, “Here kitty kitty-they must be here somewhere!” Uh, you didn’t get the cats fixed, you didn’t bother to leave them FOOD for weeks, NOW you come back for them? Fortunately, they were never able to figure out what we had done.

Oh, and a couple of weeks after the bank took possession of the house, the son back in for a few hours. After my mother called the cops, (he had since split), they found all kinds of drug paraphenalia, the walls were scrawled grafitti, etc.

And in the time they lived their, their walls were punched in, plumbing exposed, no window screens, their garbage was all over the yard, etc.

The sad thing is that when we first moved in, they were really nice, if a little bit messy. Then her husband moved out (he was a drunk), and it all just went down hill from there.

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My bad neighbor story isn’t as bad as some of the ones I’ve read here, but for nearly two years I lived across the hall from a family who:

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[li]Let the two large dogs use my front door for a toilet.[/li][li]Barbecued in the (open-air) hallway, five feet outside my front door (the carbon monoxide made the front half of my apartment unusable for hours)[/li][li]Had loud, violent fights at least one night each week, with lots of cursing and door-slamming.[/li][/ul]

The management refused to do anything about this family, despite my many complaints. I was never happier in that complex than the day I came home from doing my grocery shopping and found them moving out. Well, except maybe when I saw the spineless management trying to clean out the apartment. They had to use masks and hazmat suits. It wasn’t pretty.

Another neighbor later told me that the parents in that family were drug dealers who didn’t leave a forwarding address. She thinks that may be why the apartment was burglarized soon after my new neighbor (a truly wonderful woman!) moved in.

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No kidding. When I first moved into my house I wondered if my neighbors were going to be good ones. I’m on a corner lot, so it’s nice that there’s free and open space on one side, but it’s a regular subdivision, pretty new, and the houses are close together, almost in each other’s pants. :rolleyes:

My bedroom window is adjacent to the neighbor’s back yard, and when we first moved in it seemed they were always having people over at all hours. It’s not that they would play loud music or start brawls or anything like that, just annoying that I could clearly hear them laughing and talking so close to my window at three in the morning when I was trying to sleep.

Over the years I’ve literally tuned them out. They don’t seem to do it as often now, but when they do have people over and are sitting around yakking in their back yard, I scarcely even hear it anymore. They are just having a good time, no screaming, loud music or cops coming over to break things up, nothing like that. Doesn’t bug me now.

Otherwise, they are quiet and I rarely hear a peep out of them. Granted, we don’t really know each other, don’t even really acknowledge each other much, but we seem to have settled into a mutual, civil, I-ignore-you-and-you-ignore-me-but-not-because-we-don’t-like-each-other type of relationship. Does that make sense? :smiley:

The guy of the house spoke to me one time about a stray dog in the neighborhood (it had tags, he was asking if it was mine or if I recognized the dog) and we were nice to each other, that was about it. We don’t get in each other’s way and our existence next to each other has been nice and peaceful. He mows his yard at a decent hour, I don’t let my kids scream in the back yard at 7 am on Sunday morning.

The neighbors to the back of us are quiet, quiet people who keep to themselves. They have some dogs in their back yard, which is neatly kept, but the dogs are extremely well-trained and don’t come yapping at the fence when my kids are out in our yard playing by the privacy fence. They are great.

I’m appreciative of how good these neighbors are and make sure that I extend the same courtesies to them. We aren’t exactly best friends - don’t even really know each other well - but we all seem to respect that the close proximity of our homes necessitates a little extra effort to keep everyone happy.

I hope they don’t ever move. :smiley:

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If the purchase was facilitated with any HUD monies, it may be fruitful to investigate whether the current occupancy conditions make the new owner ineligible to participate in the program.

A word into the ear of the HOA president could start the ball rolling toward a forcible eviction of the excess family members.

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One would think, wouldn’t one?

At one point, we got a local news reporter interested in the situation. She went to the city’s housing department and looked at the local statutes regarding multiple occupation of BMR’s, and she told me there was nothing in the rules prohibiting it.

The HOA president is also aware of the overcrowding, but there is nothing in our HOA rules prohibiting this, either. All we have is a section prohibiting “hotel-style” transient rentals of rooms - nothing about permanent residence by a mob of people. The only thing the HOA can do is prevent them from parking across the sidewalk and parking overnight in the street (which gives the neighbors no end of grief as there are about 8 huge cars and trucks belonging to this small house), and to come down on them if their yard is in a mess or they leave garbage cans rolling around in the street all week long. This has been done repeatedly, and the neighbors toe the line for a week or two, and then it’s back to their natural state of noisy slovenliness.

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It’s not necessarily an issue of overcrowding I was thinking of. HUD rules often exclude from participation any resident with a conviction for drug-related activity.