1. Neighbors From Hell
Imagine moving into your new house and cooking your first dinner in your renovated, beautiful kitchen. You’re smiling to yourself as you take a sip of wine.
Life is perfect, you think. Everything you had worked so hard for has finally paid off. But then, you meet your neighbors and instantly regret setting foot on this property.
They make your life a living hell, and you find yourself crying every night. Sounds terrible, right? These Reddit stories will totally blow your mind!
I used to have a neighbor that would constantly throw trash over their back fence into my yard. Did it all the time.
During the summer, I would go out to the shed in the back and find the most random things, like a ripped-open stuffed animal, used diapers, etc.
I started throwing the trash back over, but it kept coming back no matter how much I battled it. The douche bag teen son would work on his car in the driveway and blast music all day long.
They also used to have a basketball hoop in their driveway that they eventually took down. They discarded the hoop and backboard in our front yard off to the side like we wouldn’t notice.
I kept pushing it back into their yard against the same fence they kept throwing trash over, but it somehow kept finding its way back into our yard. They were truly neighbors from hell. They eventually moved away and all the problems cleared up.
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2. Evil Neighbor
This was almost 10 years ago when my husband and I were still dating, and we moved into our first apartment together.
There were four buildings of apartments within walking distance of each other, and my run-in was with someone in a neighboring building.
We had a dog, and I was the regular dog walker because my husband worked all different shifts, and I didn’t.
So, one day, I was coming back from a walk with her when this guy comes out of one of the other buildings.
He starts walking towards me very directly, pitching a fit about the fact that I’m walking my dog.
He says he’s seen me just leave her poop on the grass and just walk away. I can assure you this was an absolute lie, 100%.
He says he sees her squat all the time, and I just keep walking. I was dumbfounded. I said, “My dog is a female, that’s how she pees.”
He then just continues going on and on and on and, at one point, says, “I’ve been watching you…” And again, I’m dumbfounded, and I just go, “You’ve been WATCHING me”?
I remember going back to my apartment and calling my husband at work and just crying because I felt so scared and alone.
We had been at that new place for only one month, so we had 11 more to go at that point. We talked to the managers, and they were absolutely no help.
They said yeah, they knew who we were talking about, he’s had multiple complaints against him, and they think he sells drugs. Oh, and if he does that again, call the authorities.
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3. The Creepy Old Man
My first apartment had a creepy old man who lived on the basement floor and this equally creepy kid in his early thirties on the top floor.
Both of them regularly sat out on the porch entrance at varying times of the day and would catch me whenever I came home.
I lied to the old man (we’ll call him George) about my name in a moment of panic.
When he found out that wasn’t my name, he started getting more aggressive in greeting me with my real name to show me how I’d done him wrong.
He would circle the building when he realized I started using the back exit, and he’d even sit on the back steps to wait for me to pass by.
I told my landlord twice about it, and all he did was tell him not to talk to me, which made matters worse because just continued to harass me but with more of a vengeance.
He ended up stealing the wreath that was on my door because nobody else had one on their door and threw it in the trash.
At that point, I no longer cared about causing my landlord grief and asked him to pull up video footage.
Turns out, he’d been coming upstairs several times to see when I left for work and would stand in front of my door. He ended up getting evicted. But the nightmare didn’t end there.
This was all happening while the kid on the top floor was still there. He was weird, but I didn’t pay him much mind.
After the whole George thing, I wanted to be on good terms with the other tenants, so I started saying hello when I came through the entrance or in the hallways.
Bad call. Such a bad call. He started going around telling the other dudes that lived upstairs that he was sleeping with me and how I wouldn’t waste time jumping his bones.
Whatever, I stopped saying hi to him.
About two days later, however, I went to take my trash out and I passed my window that was facing the alleyway. This dude was pressed up against it, sliding his face around the glass, trying to see me.
He saw me and tried to play it off, but the situation was already screwed for him. I called the authorities and it turns out he’d been pegged for”peeing” before on two other charges. He was also evicted.
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4. “Mind Your Business”
Our first apartment together we lived in an upper of a house. The lower had a family with a few kids in it. “Great,” we thought. “No crazy parties or anything like that.” A few weeks after we moved in, the flies started showing up.
Our apartment was full of gnats and flies by the end of the first month. We had just scoured the whole place, weren’t leaving food out, could not figure out for the life of us where they came from—until we saw them coming out of the vents.
The family got evicted a few months later.
The landlord showed us the unit, and we all beheld the horror. There was dog poop and rotten food covering the floor. Piles of garbage everywhere. The place was a total gut. They ended up listing the unit at a higher price to make up for refinishing.
“We should get some better people in now. The place looks nice,” we thought. Our apartment was finally bug-free.
We didn’t actually see the next family that moved in. They arrived while we were gone on a weekend trip, and they immediately covered every window with sheets.
Then a weird smell started filling our apartment. It was acrid and off. We closed the vents (again) and figured they were probably still cleaning as they settled in.
Then the garbage started piling up outside, and the overnight noise began.
It sounded like they were bowling in the basement. Plus, there were so many plastic jugs overflowing the recycling. There were no sounds during the day at all.
My husband worked the night shift at the time, and the nights were long and full of weird sounds shaking the whole house.
Like at 4 am: “let’s build a pyramid” noise.
After a week or so of this, my husband politely knocked on their door on his way home from work, hoping to introduce himself and ask them to keep the noise down.
No answer. He tried for a few days and even on the weekend and at different times. No one ever opened the door. A few days later, a note was taped to our door. Its contents chilled me to the bone.
The note said: “People upstairs, don’t bother us, and we won’t bother you. If you ever step on our porch again, I’ll call the authorities. Mind your own business. Don’t mess with me. GAZ Chicago” We almost immediately started looking for a new place to live, luckily moving pretty quickly after.
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5. A Huge Breach Of Privacy
My wife and I were happy to move into our new house in the summer of 2019.
The neighborhood seemed really nice and we were excited to meet the neighbors. The first two families we met—neighbors on either side of us—warned us about the people renting the house directly behind ours.
Apparently, they had been known to cause trouble and blow things way out of proportion, bordering on paranoia of everyone around them.
We kept this in mind but had no issues for the first six months or so after moving in. Their house sits on a hill behind ours and so overlooks the majority of our backyard due to the elevation change.
Well, one night (morning, technically) at about 3 am we wake up to ring notifications from our phones showing video from our front doorbell. When we realize what it is, our blood runs cold.
There’s a man standing barefoot in a sleeveless shirt on our porch, POUNDING on our front door.
We give it two or three minutes just watching him on the app, thinking maybe he’s intoxicated and has the wrong house—essentially giving him the benefit of the doubt.
But then we start to hear him say, “come out, you two, I’m gonna mess you up,” etc., and he leaves the porch and starts to head around the side of the house towards our backyard.
Considering we had no idea who this was, my wife now immediately calls the local detachment for officers to come by as I move out of our bedroom towards the external doors to look and listen for any attempt of a home invasion.
At this point, our neighbors directly behind us throw a HUGE spotlight into our backyard from theirs.
We’re thinking, okay, cool, they know something’s up, and they’re trying to help us out by shedding light on our backyard. Officers arrive several long minutes later and knock.
We explain the situation, and they head out back to look around and get the scoop from the neighbors with the spotlight. Well, the officer comes back with the news that really shocked us.
It turns out that the spotlight neighbor was the one on our porch, and he had jumped our fence into our backyard and then went up into his yard, and then threw the light on.
He told the officers that several nights prior, I had let my puppy out into MY OWN backyard in the middle of the night, and because I was in my boxers, he said that I was “trying to expose myself to his family.”
He then followed this up to the officers with “evidence.” This was the most chilling part of all.
This evidence consisted of videos he had taken THROUGH OUR WINDOWS of my wife and me inside of our own home doing totally normal things like chores, watching TV, etc.
Nothing inappropriate or scandalous—not that it would have mattered anyway, since we were in our OWN HOME.
Because of the elevation difference, if they went out of their way, they could technically slightly see through our closed blinds due to the angle…so they had been filming us for no reason at all and expected the officers to see this as reasonable? The constable came back in, and my wife was devastated.
It was a huge breach of our privacy, of course, and totally unfounded accusations as we had never done anything to anger these people, we hadn’t even met them.
The officer told us, “just don’t worry about it, if he tries something again, just give us a call,” which wasn’t the most comforting at the time. They moved out a few months later without any additional issues, and my wife and I celebrated like it was a holiday when we saw the moving van in their driveway.
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6. She Learned Her Lesson
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 naked 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.
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7. Power Cuts
I started getting random power cuts multiple times a day and had the landlord call the electrician out a few times before we realized that someone was turning off my main electricity switch by hand.
The switch is in a room accessible by everyone in my building. When I told my landlord it had to be someone in the building turning it off, he said he had a thought.
I got a call back 10 minutes later. My downstairs neighbor had just then made multiple noise complaints about me.
I guess the landlord had called and asked if he’d been switching off my electricity, and the neighbor chose then to actually complain.
This is when I realized that all the power cuts happened when I was in my kitchen, right above my neighbor’s bedroom/where he spends most of his day.
I had thought my appliances were causing the power cuts before.It turns out he thought that turning off my electricity frequently would magically make me understand that I was being too loud when I used the kitchen late at night.
When I didn’t receive the telepathic message that he was trying to send me via power cuts, I guess he got angry and did it even more!
Somehow, it got even worse from there. Every time I went into the kitchen, any time of the day, he would turn my electricity off. I had to leave my apartment, go to the other side of the building and turn it back on every single time.
It happened 2-3 times a day usually, but at worst, it happened 5 times in a day. I started tiptoeing and being as quiet as possible.
However, he listened for me and turned off the power to punish me for using my kitchen at any time.
By the way, as soon as he actually complained, I started being as quiet as possible late at night because I do stay up late and hadn’t taken care to be quiet before.
But by now, he had decided I should be punished any time I use my kitchen.
The letting agents were unable to do anything without any proof, and installing CCTV wasn’t an option for some reason. So, one day a lady from the office offered to help me catch him.
I met her in the street, she waited near the electricity box, and I went to my kitchen and started making myself a drink. The power went off.
I get a text from her saying that she had caught him and the sting operation was a success.
Right then, I hear an unholy tantrum begin below me. For the rest of that day, he bangs, screams puts on his vacuum cleaner for 20 minutes straight.
Anything to get revenge, I guess. After this, the landlord locked my electricity switch away so only I could access it.
In between the guy being served an eviction notice and him leaving, he decided to just scream at me through the floor when I was in the kitchen and go outside and throw stones at my window.
I installed my own CCTV camera, and the stone-throwing stopped. I was so intimidated by the thought of using my kitchen I actually lost weight before he left.
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8. Crossing A Line
This is about my neighbor two houses over. We were good acquaintances, probably almost friends, but everything changed in a single moment.
I worked for the guy for a little bit—he was actually my boss at the time this happened. I noticed that he’s really big on using people’s stuff when they aren’t around—like one time, he used a guy’s woodworking tools while he was gone.
I told him multiple times, “Hey, I’m cool with you borrowing my stuff but just make sure you ask.
I also don’t like unscheduled visits, so call or text if you want to stop over”. I just wanted to let him know where I stood if he wanted to borrow some more tools from me or whatever.
I had let him borrow a 17 mm impact socket from me once. Then, two weeks went by, and I assumed he probably lost it. Whatever…I just told myself never to lend out stuff to him again.
Well, after another few days, he said, “Hey, you weren’t home, so I returned the socket and borrowed another.” Yes, he hopped over my fence mid-day while I was gone, opened my garage door, returned the socket he borrowed, very scratched and marred up, and helped himself to some of my other tools.
He told me this a week after he did it, out of the blue, as if it was no big deal. That was the breaking point for me. I told him to stay the heck away from me, my house, my family, and my property.
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9. The TV Battle
I once lived in an apartment building with little better than paper for walls. You could clearly hear the next-door neighbors’ conversations, them doing it in bed, walking up the stairs, etc.
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.The TV 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 (or at least turn the bass down)—it ultimately ended with authorities being called on them.
We called them after the guy got super angry at being asked again to turn it down and started pounding on the wall and 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.
10. Black Silk Tie
My next-door neighbor growing up had someone in the family pass. On the day of the funeral, he came to our door and asked my dad if he could borrow a tie.
My father complied and gave him a nice black silk tie suitably appropriate for the occasion. He felt bad for the guy and thought it was an easy way for him to help the guy out during his time of sorrow.
We showed up at the funeral and saw the neighbor, strangely not wearing the tie he borrowed. Then we looked at the casket, and my dad’s tie was being worn by the corpse.
Not wanting to be rude, none of us said anything, and as a result, the tie was buried with the corpse, never to be seen again.
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11. It’s Always The Quiet Guy
I lived behind Bob Berdella, the notorious figure from Kansas City.
I lived there for five years, and I talked to him daily, as he was the head of the neighborhood watch.
Little did I know that he had also been living a secret life, kidnapping people and sending them without remorse.
The day he was caught, it was because one of the young gay men he captured escaped and ran down the street wearing nothing but a dog collar.
Because I listened to tapes and CDs at the time, I had not heard anything about it on the radio. I drove home that night to a neighborhood full of officers, and it took me by complete surprise.
When I found out the truth, I sounded just like every other neighbor in that type of situation: “But he was such a quiet and nice guy…”
They used excavators and backhoes to dig up his yard, and they tore down my fence as well. Eventually, he was given life in prison, where he eventually passed.
His house was later sold and demolished. It was very weird. He had a store in a flea market, plus four skulls in the window with a sign that read “Final Four.” One was from a victim.
12. The Psycho One
My aunt, who was a single mother at the time and ran a daycare service in her house, lived next to a psychopath. After a bad ice storm one day, my aunt had a bunch of tree limbs fall into her backyard.
Her neighbor’s husband came over and cleaned it up for her; you know, just being a good neighbor. In turn, my aunt thanked him with a case of drinks; you know, just being a good neighbor.
Well, his wife took that as flirting, and so began a one-sided feud against my aunt. It was a while ago, so I don’t remember everything. What I do remember, though, was horrifying. She tried to run over my aunt’s dog once.
Another time, she called child protective services and told them my aunt was a night worker and working at her house during the daycare hours.
Probably the worst one though was when my aunt found a bit of grass near the house burnt.
She’s old high school friends with the fire inspector, so he came and confirmed a fire was started using a propellant. My aunt took her to court over these things, but I don’t remember what came of it.
I’m pretty sure she at least got a restraining order.
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13. The Hoarder
I lived in an apartment with a lot of rotating tenants. An elderly lady moved in across the hall from me and promptly started hoarding.
I started to figure it out when her porch started to fill up with odds and ends furniture, including, but not limited to, a roll-top desk.
She also yelled at me once for taking her key out of the front door and putting it in the mail slot.
Anyway, after a couple of weeks, I started to realize I hadn’t seen her in a while and started to smell something real weird. Then I found out the dark truth.
Turns out, she had passed, and no one knew about it for a week—hence the smell. Her family came and cleared out all her stuff about a week after that.
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14. What An Idiot
Our neighbor burned something in his oven. Rather than open his windows to get the smoke out, he opened his door to the hall and set off the building’s alarms.
We all had to stand out in the cold and wait for the fire department while he watched from his apartment.
The fire department opened his windows and told him he was an idiot.
We still had to wait outside for them to do mandatory checks of everything to make sure it really was just him being stupid.
It was January. In New England. During a cold snap.
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15. Neighbors From Hell
The neighbor’s dogs got into my backyard and attacked my dog. My dog ended up okay, but it was a long recovery, and he still doesn’t walk right.
He was and is the happiest dog ever, so to see him on the ground covered in blood was the worst thing ever.
The dogs were able to get through because their kids had taken a plank out of my fence—they didn’t have a fence.
I left a letter on their door explaining the situation. They showed up at my door to tell me that it was my fault for not having a stronger fence and that they wouldn’t be paying any medical bills.
After a lot of them yelling and me calmly explaining why they actually would be paying, they eventually complied.
They did build a fence backwards, with the flat side facing them.They are also extremely loud, have chickens that escape on a regular basis in our suburban neighborhood, and are overall scummy people.
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16. The Dog Owners
My current neighbors are the worst. I’m in the Navy and so I’m often away, leaving my wife to deal with things alone.
Our neighbors recently got a Staffordshire Bullterrier, and rather than walk it, they would just throw it into their yard to do its business. After a while, it ran out of places to go in its own garden, so it started to jump into ours to take a dump.
My son is also scared of dogs, so he feels unsafe about going into our own yard to play. Since I’m at sea most of the time, there isn’t a great deal I can do apart from telling my wife that I’ll deal with it when I get home.
But now the dog is growling at my wife in our own yard as it spends so much time there that it probably thinks it’s his. I told my wife to leave the gate open and if the dog jumps over, it can go outside to do its thing.
The next day, my wife opened the door to a man screaming at her and calling her a witch because his dogs ran away and might have been run over. He then threatened my wife and son over the issue and left.
So my wife called the authorities and to her astonishment, the jerks next door said we were being unreasonable by not letting their dog do its business in our garden; our property.
Anyway, he got a warning from the officers and an order to control his dog by building a fence or risk having it taken away by the dog warden.
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17. He Killed Our Dog
I live in a rural area, and my neighbor was a real jerk. The dude was on drugs, cheating on his heavily pregnant wife with another addict, just completely out of his mind. It ended in unimaginable horror.
My husband had a dog, and this guy set out cat food (he doesn’t have cats) just so Scrappy would go to his porch. The guy then chased our dog into our front yard and shot him in the ribs.
Sadly, the dog didn’t pass immediately—he suffered. I could’ve strangled the neighbor right then and there, even as a little 110-pound female. It still infuriates me. He didn’t even show a bit of remorse.
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18. What A Creep
We lived next door to this old man who sat in his front yard blatantly just staring at us with binoculars. He only did it when my parents weren’t home.
When my mom confronted him, he claimed we were lying. We weren’t. So one night, we hear a noise outside, and my mom pulls up the blind to find herself eye to-eye with this old man trying to look into our window.
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19. Stinky People
I rented a house that had a rental basement suite. It was a one-bedroom, but an adult mom and her two adult sons all moved in there. They would fight, burn their food, and it would stink up our house.
But the worst part? The mom had the yappiest dog ever. At the time, my five-year-old son had seen something on TV and told the mom that he heard that yappy dogs have short lives.
She got offended, and from that moment, she stopped talking to us.They all eventually moved out, thankfully.
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20. He’s Gone For Good
I had a neighbor a few houses down who kept to himself. 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.He 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. The man refused to answer, and the officer made a report and called to check in later in the afternoon.
I thought it was over, but it only turned more horrific. That night the neighbor ended up taking a firearm and pounded on a few neighbors’ doors, presumably looking for me.
The officers were called, and quite a few of them responded. They could not find the man, so they had everyone on our street shelter in place until they could find him. Officers ended up finding him under a boat in his backyard.
I don’t know if he was committed or what, but he never was back at his house, and his family sold it a few months later.
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21. Exam Period
My upstairs neighbor, who was quiet and respectful for the entire year, decided to crank his music during finals week in my senior year.
I knocked on the door twice and asked him to turn it down, only to have him crank it up minutes later.
It was so loud that my windows were shaking from the bass. Finally, on the third try, I called the authorities, who issued him a citation.
After the officers left, he decided to bring three or four friends over to knock down my apartment door.
It took pointing a pistol at them through the window to make them go away. I was happy to be done with college.
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22. Rednecks
Some just straight-up rednecks move into my neighborhood. They turned the shared side yard, which was legally ours but shared because we weren’t necessarily using it, into a lumber yard/playground where they dug a massive pit for mud wrestling.
No kidding—mud wrestling! The youngest kid got stuck in the mud pit up to his head, and they couldn’t get him out for hours.
They also just wanted the full neighbor experience without putting in any effort themselves.
It was like they’d moved from some hillbilly commune where you could just demand things of your neighbors.
Every day when I got home from school, the three youngest kids would bang on our door until we gave them snacks.
One of them, when denied snacks, came back and broke our glass door with a hammer. But that was just the beginning.
The second oldest kid (there were six in total) had an old A/C air handling unit in the backyard that he was allowed to hit with a sledge hammer when he got angry.
He got angry often and at some pretty irregular hours. I ran into him at a bowling alley years after they moved away/got kicked out/went bankrupt.
He had giant scars all over his back, chest, and arms—he said he woke up in the middle of the highway on Halloween night, all cut up.
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23. Driveways And Fences
My current neighbor wants us to tear out our driveway because she doesn’t like the fact that it’s on a slant and lets water roll downhill.
She’s a loon. When the driveway was put in 25 years ago, it was all done by contractors, and it is up to code.
She’s threatened to sue us because her yard is at the bottom of the hill. We’re in Georgia and last year we had a BUNCH of rain—like, more than normal.
So of course, she had three inches of standing water. She said she talked to a lawyer, and apparently, he said her case was solid. Then, later, she corroborated everything with our builder neighbor across the street.
When intimidation didn’t work, we came home to a fence separating our properties. I guess it was supposed to offend us?
Anyway, that was the best fence ever! Guess what they say is true… great fences make great neighbors. She hasn’t bothered us since then, and we’re both pretty civil nowadays.
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24. My Neighbor Almost Shot Me
One of my neighbors almost shot me when I was a little kid.
I was playing in front of my apartment building when my neighbor got into an argument with one of these other guys from down the street.
I wasn’t sure what exactly the problem was, but my neighbor didn’t like it, so he pulled out a pistol from his front pocket and fired a couple of bullets.
A stray bullet flew right past my face, and it came really close to hitting me. My mom’s friend from the next floor down grabbed me and pulled me inside to safety.
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25. Floridians
We moved to Florida, and our neighbors there were the most messed up people I’ve ever met.
There’s almost too much to get into, but here are some highlights: They threatened to poison our dog, they threw stuff in our yard all the time just to try to get a reaction out of us, and they set up two webcams in a window to watch our house.
It goes on and on.One day, a shoe landed in my pool while I was swimming, so I, being a 13-year-old kid, picked it up and threw it back over the fence.
I kid you not, they called the authorities and told a total lie—they said I threw a shoe and it hit their grandma in the head while she was watering her plants. It almost got me in serious trouble.
To this day, I swear we didn’t do anything to provoke their horrible behavior. We were friendly with them until they started acting out.
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26. Dead Cat
I had a 17-year-old cat, which I loved so much. She was my mother’s cat, and I got her when my mom passed.
So anyways, one day, the cat disappears. After a few days of not seeing her, I posted on Facebook about it, and it was shared a lot.
One day, I was getting into my vehicle to go to work and my young neighbor—about six or seven years old—shyly came up to tell me something.
She said that she saw my other neighbor throw my cat over her fence into the kindergarten playground.
We live very near the elementary school. I spoke to the head custodian, and he said there was indeed a dead cat on the playground.
So my neighbor is so far off her rocker that she’d rather throw a dead cat into an area where young children play than dig a hole or do the noble thing of telling me what happened.
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27. He Won’t Give Up
I live in Brooklyn, NY. I recently got my own apartment in Greenpoint. I have a pretty great job in midtown Manhattan that offers a lot of overtime, so I have crazy hours, and I commute to work.
So, when I leave work late (usually around 11:45 pm every night), I catch the late trains, and it takes me anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour to get home.
When I get home around 12:30 am, I’m exhausted—I just kick my shoes off and just throw them and my duffle bag wherever they land (usually on the floor right by my apartment entrance).
When I first moved into my apartment, I always heard banging from the neighbor downstairs.
I never thought anything of it, and I was always like, “Is this person serious? They’re working on their apartment at 1 am in the morning”?!
It wasn’t until maybe three weeks ago that I realized that he was getting upset about the banging that I was doing over their heads. I guess our apartments are set up differently and their bedroom is directly under my living room?
I’ve since become more conscious of the noise I make when I get home—I started gracefully taking my shoes off and placing my belongings on the couch.
Regardless, the person who lives down there has never actually come up to my apartment to address the issue, but I find it hilarious because I just picture them laying in bed cuddled up with a broomstick or something similar and just waiting for the slightest pin drop to jump on top of their bed and start stabbing their ceiling.
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28. Loud Couple Upstairs
My partner and I shared a split house with a couple; they were upstairs, and we were downstairs.
They said they knew that the noise insulation was low and asked us to let them know if it was ever too loud.
We texted maybe 10 times in two years to turn down their TV at 3:00. Their TV was directly over our bedroom. On the final time we texted them, they snapped back HARD.
They talked about how awful it was for them and how much they tried to please us with the situation.
They went on to complain about how they even stopped using their surround sound system. I mean, who needs a surround sound system in a less than 500 square foot uni? At 3:00 am, no less.
On top of this, they constantly moved and, on one occasion, broke our stuff in the basement storage to the point we eventually stopped using it.
They frequently put shoes in the new dryer to the point it melted rubber on the back. They then broke said dryer by overstuffing it and leaning heavy equipment against the door, so it’d stop popping open.
They also “accidentally” took our packages from us on several occasions and filled up the other shared space we had with their own stuff, so we couldn’t use it.
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29. A “Karen”
When I was around 10 years old, my neighbor would occasionally watch me open my mailbox to see if my GameStop magazine had arrived.
She would threaten me each time, saying that she would call the authorities on me since it was unlawful for me to check my parents’ mail. I actually believed this until I was 15 years old.
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30. The Perfect Revenge
My neighbor poisoned my dog—sadly, it didn’t survive—so the night after we moved out of that neighborhood, I went back and took my revenge. The guy who’d done it was restoring a Mustang, and I thought that was the perfect way to get back at him.
I spray-painted the car, super-glued the wipers to the windshield, poured a gallon of bleach in the gas tank, and super-glued the gas cap and door shut.
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31. Crazy Woman
I heard a really loud banging one evening and walked outside to see a fire extinguisher on the floor and a woman on her phone.
I was puzzled, but I put the extinguisher back and went back inside. A few minutes later, I heard the banging again and opened up the door to see the woman trying to beat down the door across from mine with the fire extinguisher.
Apparently, she was the ex-girlfriend of one of my neighbor’s friends, and she was trying to find him even though he was quite clearly not there.
I called the authorities, and interestingly enough, my neighbor told me she got charged for driving under the influence that night in an unrelated incident.
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32. Bipolar-Schizophrenic Neighbor
My next-door neighbor when I was growing up was bipolar-schizophrenic. He was always doing bizarre and invasive things, like repainting our front door with this awful purple color when we were on vacation.
After his wife left him, he parked his car under our balcony, doused it in gasoline, and set it on fire.
Luckily, the fire department was quick to respond. But here’s the creepiest part…
We later found out he had installed a deadbolt lock on our fire escape beforehand.
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33. No More Favors
I have these neighbors who are always asking for things. Like for my wifi password. Or asking us to buy more security cameras to point at his house.
They also ask if I would watch out for their chickens—including roosters, that are not allowed. They just keep asking for everything.
The only thing he didn’t ask for was permission to put an animal trap in our backyard. That he just did.
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34. We Filed A Restraining Order Against Her
Had one that would basically steal our mail and other stuff from our porch and yard. Caught her once to confront her, and she started yelling at me to stop attacking her and tried to say I was stealing her stuff.
Ended up with the police getting called and us filing a restraining order against her.
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35. Bags Filled With Vomit
Our neighbor was tossing bags of her vomit into my yard for about a year. Like 50 bags. Called the cops. Turns out she had an eating disorder she was hiding from her parents.
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36. He Was A Psychopath For Sure
My neighbor once shot both my dogs and his goat and made me bury both. One dog survived, thankfully.
He then tried to make us pay for a new goat claiming that our dogs attacked it. The goat had bullet wounds and no bite marks.
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37. It Wasn’t Safe There
I used to live in a bad part of Queens, NY, until about 2004. The house that we owned there had been owned by my family since the early 1900s.
It was known throughout the surrounding area as my family’s house—kind of famous, I guess. Unfortunately, not everyone in my family were good people.
Some of them were involved in gang life. My siblings and I weren’t allowed to play by the windows, so we wouldn’t end up in the crossfire of a gang battle.
The deciding factor of us leaving that area was when someone broke into our neighbor’s house, mistakenly choosing the wrong house and asking where OUR family was, looking to settle some issue. My parents decided it was time to leave.
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38. We Decided To Move ASAP
Had a neighbor in an apartment complex who would sit in her car in the parking lot and blare Christian gospel music, which in and of itself wasn’t the worst.
But after we discovered a plastic bag hanging in a bush next to our window facing her unit, and found a cat skeleton in that bag and called the apartment manager, who said, “…I think I know who it was”, and saw the manager knocking on her door 15 minutes later, we were a little spooked.
Never found more bones, but we’d catch her staring at our unit a few times. We moved after the lease was up.
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40. He Threatened To Hurt My Wife
The very first night my wife and I moved into this townhouse, an ambulance was called to the house.
It turns out that our neighbor had pushed his girlfriend down the stairs. We heard the fight and saw the ambulance come.
After that, every night at around three in the morning, he’d start banging on our walls, waking us up, yelling at us to be quiet. We were always asleep.
I confronted him when I finally saw him, and things got heated. He was actually quite crazy. Later he threatened to hurt my wife. We moved out after this threat on my wife’s life. The authorities wouldn’t do anything about it.
40. Luckily, Nothing Bad Happened To Me
I had a neighbor who was an absolute creep. I was like 8-9 years old and living in a townhouse apartment complex. This guy was on the older side and lived in the apartment next to mine. This guy was creepy because every time I played outside, he would go outside too.
He would try to talk to me, and he asked to go in the woods with him, next to the complex. Luckily my mother learned what was going on and told me to avoid that guy.
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41. It Wasn’t My Fault
I lived above a guy in a really old fourplex, and I guess the wood floors squeaked really loudly whenever I walked around.
It wasn’t like I was stomping around or anything, but the dude would constantly come upstairs and bang on my door to yell at me about the noise.
I felt bad for him in the beginning because he seemed genuinely frustrated, but he didn’t seem to understand or believe that I wasn’t intentionally causing a ruckus.
I called my landlord several times, asking him for a solution. I couldn’t move out because I was locked into my lease, but my landlord was just like, “Buy a lot of rugs.”
It got to the point that I couldn’t take the constant yelling, and I was literally either tiptoeing around or hopping from my couch to my chair in order to get out of my living room.
Finally, I went downstairs one day and asked if we could talk about the situation. I felt that maybe if I looked him in the eye when he was calm and explained that I wasn’t doing it on purpose, he would maybe understand.
After I gave him my spiel, he had a chilling response: “I’m about at the point where if it happens again, I’m going to show up at your door with a really big knife”.
And then he just stared at me.I basically ran out of there, called my landlord, and said that I had just been threatened by my downstairs neighbor. A month later, the guy moved out, and then as soon as I could, I did too.
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42. Enough Is Enough
In our first house, my wife and I had a neighbor who disliked us from the start. Apparently, the people who lived in the property before we did were his family friends—they went through a divorce and ended up selling the house to us.
He was petty and mean to my wife, who doesn’t like confrontation, and he’d do annoying things to mess with her.
He’d park across our driveway before she left for work, throw pieces of wood over the fence, let his dog go all over our lawn and not pick any of it up, etc.
I tried talking to him a couple of times, but he promptly told me to screw off. That was the last straw—I had to fight back. I knew he loved his lawn because he’d always brag about how it looked to everyone, so the next time it rained,
I went out back and threw an entire box of oxo cubes into their backyard and let the rain melt them into the grass.
His dog absolutely destroyed his yard looking for the smell, and I would make sure to comment on it every chance I got. We moved shortly after.
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43. The Addict Couple
Addict couple across the hall, screaming fights every few days. During the worst one, the husband dragged his wife out of the apartment by her feet and locked her out.
I watched through the peephole while on the phone with 311 as she stumbled around, screamed, and banged on their door. Her next move confused me at first, couldn’t quite see what she was doing…and then I put it all together.
She pulled down her jeans, popped a squat, and pissed all over my welcome mat.
44. An Entitled Lady
This entitled lady decided to have a 5-minute conversation in my driveway while I was teaching a Yoga class.
She even told the person on the phone, “They’re home I think she’s teaching a class.” Pounds on my screen door, and I look at her. I continue to teach get my students into a pose I can let them flow or rest on their own.
3 minutes later, I look at the lady standing at my door and ask, “May I help you?” She takes a huge breath and yells, “Your parked car hit my son’s brand-new car!!”
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45. Dog Barking Non-Stop
I had neighbors that just let their dogs bark all day. Absolutely no consideration for the people around them.
Yes I know dogs bark – it’s what they do. But as a dog owner, you gotta keep that in check. It drove me absolutely insane to hear them go nuts in the evening when I’m coming home from work.
And the neighbors are home, too, and they know they are loud.
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46. Don’t Run Your Business On My Property
My current neighbor runs a small business practice out of her home. She had her customers park on my yard—easement, technically—despite the town telling her she couldn’t. And despite all the times I told her to stop.
She never stopped until one person parked facing my house, two feet from my “no trespassing” signs. I called the authorities.
I filed a complaint against the customer and never saw that car again. But she didn’t stop, she only got more bizarre.
Then she tried to lease my front yard. When that didn’t work, she tried to buy my house while we still lived in it.
She told the contractors that they could access her yard through ours, so they dumped loads of gravel and sand in my front yard as their storage area, and a cement truck tore 18-inch ruts in my yard.
A tree on the property line was infested with termites and a huge branch fell on a mutually owned fence. She demanded we pay to have the limb removed because it was damaging the fence, which was actually quite horribly dilapidated.
She didn’t want us to cut down the tree because of the shade it provided her back patio, which was installed at the expense of my yard.
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47. Wrong Color
When I moved into my house, I made an effort to meet all of my neighbors.
Instead of being a creep and knocking on doors over a few months, I just waited until I saw someone outside and casually walked over to introduce myself. Well, one night, a Black neighbor of mine was having a big loud party, and I walked over to say hi around 8 pm.
It was a birthday party for one of his grandkids, but there were folks all out in the yard, so I thought it was okay to say hi. I said, “Hey, I moved into this street a few doors down a couple of months ago.”
I was just stopping over to introduce myself”. He said, “Do you look like the color that’s supposed to be in this yard”? I apologized and went home.
He passed of a heart attack a couple of years later, probably from being such a hateful jerk.
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48. It’s A Chicago Thing
One time, I came in to visit my Gramma in Chicago for Christmas. I was looking for a parking spot near their house, but the only one available had a lawn chair right in the center of it.
I moved the lawn chair to park a little down from her house. I mean, who leaves a lawn chair in the street in wintertime, right? So I just put it on the sidewalk so someone could pick it up if they wanted it.
When my uncle saw what I’d done, he hustled out in just his socks to tell me to park way down the street in front of an empty lot, and then he very carefully put the chair back exactly where it had been.
I had no idea (at the time) just how close I’d come to getting shot that day. You do not mess with the winter lawn chair in Chicago.
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49. Wrong House, Officer
One got the authorities called on them because their eldest son was under the influence of something and got into a huge fight with the mom on the front lawn. Turns out, he was also wanted for a number of federal offenses.
The officers got to the wrong house and started banging on our house at 1 am in the morning until my very irritated father pointed them to the real home.
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50. Poor Dog Ownership
I can tell so many stories about my current next-door neighbor.
One time, she decided she didn’t like the bush that was next to my mailbox, so she tore it out. She also has four dogs, and none of them are EVER on leashes.
They always run over to everyone else’s yards to do their business, and she doesn’t bother to pick it up. She also allows them to run in the streets and gives people dirty looks when they need to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the dogs.
I myself recently got a puppy. When I take him outside, I have him on a leash in my front yard. If her dogs are outside, they’ll come charging over, scaring my dog, and he’ll run up the steps to go back inside.
I have asked her to put her dogs on a leash so that they don’t come into my yard. Her response?
“They don’t like being on a leash,” and “Your dog needs to get used to other dogs.” Yeah, screw you and your poor dog ownership.
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51. He Wanted To Kill Me
I had a neighbor threaten to kill me for no reason. One night I was doing some homework for college, sitting next to my window facing the other apartments in the building.
And suddenly, I hear my downstairs neighbor screaming. I assumed nothing because this was normal behavior for him (he had mental illnesses) then I catch that he’s screaming my apartment number and describing the bike I had outside.
I then look outside the window, and he tells me to come fight him. I had no reason to fight this man, especially since he was mentally ill.
So I just shake my head and laugh, and close the window. He then screams that he’s gonna Kill me, and I hear he has a weapon at that point. Wild people out there.
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52. No Sleep
Waking up to my room shaking from them playing music at 3 am. Not just playing, they cranked it up to 11 at 3 am, talked to them about it the next day, happened multiple times more. Always the middle of the week too.
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53. I Got Used To Him Eventually
I had a neighbor that I shared a balcony with( there was a divider in the middle) for over 7 years. Every Saturday night, he would get drunk, and at some point later, he would then put his fist through his own bedroom window, often needing hospital treatment afterwards.
This happened every single weekend, and I eventually got used to it. It was a rough part of the city I lived in, as evidenced by the blood trails and used needles in the stairwells.
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54. Hope They Enjoyed The Fireworks
A few years ago our new downstairs neighbors (like 2 weeks new) used to call the police on us all the time.
One time I slipped in the bathroom, and within 15 minutes, there was a cop at my door saying there was a noise complaint. What baffled me was these neighbors were not old or anything, we were all in our EARLY 20s!
Then they called the cops on me taking a phone call in the parking lot and that was just too much. When we moved out, I went back one last time to get the last of my things. I dropped a firework called “The black mamba” by their bedroom window.
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55. We Weren’t Allowed To Move
The downstairs neighbors lived in a one bedroom apartment with the same layout as ours. Their child had the bedroom, they slept in the living room. They’d call the police on us if we were up and moving around our living past their bedtime.
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56. A Handsome And Charming Man
While I was living with my parents, a young guy moved in next door.He was totally handsome, and I was instantly curious about him. He became popular in the neighborhood very quickly.
He’s charming and handy—likes to be helpful and very social. He started building fences and doing all of this impressive work on his house.
I had a strange feeling about him, though, and it prevented me from feeling motivated to talk to him. He was always in pursuit of a new ‘fan’ though, so he eventually approached me.
Attention from him was nice at first—he seemed fun and harmless—until I got to know him better. He has a son, and he spent a lot of time ranting about the mother of his son being ‘crazy’ or ‘obsessed’ with him.
I figured it was plausible—bad relationships happen all the time. I didn’t see a red flag until later… one night, we were having drinks among his friends and he started bragging about how he slept with his neighbor’s daughter on the other side of him…he began to make fun of her.
He whispered to me not to tell anyone. He said she was terrible in bed and called her ‘obsessed’ as well…I was detecting a pattern. I found out later that it was true, and the neighbor’s daughter really had feelings for him and was devastated. Eventually, I began to notice other things.
He befriended others in the neighborhood—people with expensive toys like dune buggies, tractors, etc. He convinced these other neighbors to let him use their stuff and eventually, he convinced my parents to let him use their RV. FOR FREE.
Just handed it over to him! I have no idea how he does it. He borrowed it for a weekend and didn’t even wash it…in fact, he spilled something on the comforter and poured milk and cookies down the drain. Which rotted in the gray tank.
He began jokingly, mentioning wanting to use my parent’s Jeep and boat as well…I became very afraid of his intentions.
He has always been disrespectful. He leaves trash in our front yard and always claims it’s not his. He leaves dirty plates on the fence and lets his dog poop in our yard. And apologizes for nothing.
He does nothing to make up for it or remove it. He’s handsome and charming, and it’s alarming to see him get away with EVERYTHING.
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57. One Of The Saddest Moments Of My Life
My neighbors in college thought it would be fun to shoot the pellet gun in their backyard. When shooting at cans wasn’t satisfying, they went ahead and shot my cat.
I was gone at the time, and when I got back home, my cat had run back in through the window to hide, blood all over the floors. Took him to the vet, who removed the pellet, and he died two days later from peritonitis. One of the saddest moments of my life.
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58. The Crackhead
I lived in a house that had been split into two apartments. Next door was a crackhead. Normally, crackhead kept to herself and didn’t bother me except to bum a cigarette or two every few days.
One day she needed a smoke, but I was down to my last pack, and payday wasn’t for another three days, so I said no. She must have really needed a smoke, because it was like a rage switch had been turned on in her head.
I turned around and went back into my apartment to get away from her screaming at me, and she went back into her apartment and started pounding on the walls. At least I thought she was just pounding on the walls.
Turns out that she grabbed a hammer and was smashing her way through the walls to my apartment.
I called her boyfriend, who was basically a decent dude, and he rushed home and got her calmed down. The hole in the walls was basketball-sized by the time she was stopped. Luckily for me, they were already being evicted, so I didn’t have to worry about her anymore.
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59. She Even Got Her Grandson Involved
We used to live in a property with 2 units and we were in the back. Lived there for 4-5 years before the new front unit neighbors (a couple in their 60s-70s) moved in.
A few weeks in, she complained about our front yard bit, which was not a shared area, and it consisted of a tree and 3-4 small bushes. She wanted us to plant something nicer in OUR private area (2m x 1m), keeping in mind we were in the back, so no one from the street could see it anyways.
My mum told her she didn’t have the time to do that, so she suggested we hire her gardener to take care of our area, and mum told her we didn’t have that kind of money to spend.
Next thing you know, she sends us her grandson (he would’ve been in his late 20s) to try and convince us to change our plants to what she wanted.
She hinted we should do it because he was a professional *private detective* and he was really good at his job. Crazy plant lady.
60. I Don’t Know What Her Problem Is
Looked out of my window to see my neighbour leaning over my 6ft high fence and stretching right into my yard to saw some of the main branches off my tree…
My tree had never extended over the fence, and her limb-hacking killed it. A few months later, she cut one of the wires attached to our boundary fence that was holding up a shade cloth in my backyard.
I called the cops on her. And a couple of weeks later, all the plants along our boundary fence mysteriously died and seriously damaged some of my trees… And I still have no idea what her problem is!
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61. “Put Your Seatbelt On”
Many stories but I will leave this bit of speech my genius neighbor spouted last weekend.
Screaming this from her front porch to her adult son, who just jumped in his jeep…“Put your seatbelt on, you been drinkin’!”
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62. Thanks, Neighbor!
My neighbour cut the Cable with her garden sheers, I presume an argument over the bill.
She wouldn’t let the cable company in to repair it. So they had to bypass her house, my house, and about 6 others had no TV, Phone, or Internet for 8 days.
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63. The House Is Cursed
Neighbors’ kid use to always just walk right in the front door. Before I moved into the house the original owner murdered the previous neighbor for always parking in his driveway. House is cursed to make annoying neighbors I guess.
Edit: I don’t know why people keep saying American horror story. NO.
Edit: People keep asking why we didn’t lock the door. My mom wasn’t much of a mom and we were four young boys who had better things to do than worry about that stuff. Nowadays, I’m always locking my door!
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64. Not My Favorite Kind Of Music
Lived in an apartment over a couple who would constantly fight and blast ’80s German electro-pop during weeknights when I had to get up for work at 5 am.
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65. I Didn’t Do Anything About It
In our last apartment, we lived on the 2nd floor. A family on the 4th floor had this kid who was maybe 3 years old.
Every morning between 6 and 8, they’d walk up the staircase after having been out, and most of the time, the kid would start crying. Loudly. What was the solution of the parents?
Leave the crying kid in the staircase on its own for 15min! Our apartment doors carried sound through them very well, so it was basically like having a screaming 3-year-old in your hallway every morning.
Let’s just say it got on my nerves rather quickly. So what did I do? Nothing of course, I’m a Swede, lol.
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66. Putting Nails In Neighbor’s Tires Because Why Not
She has a penchant for going around sticking nails in people’s tires at night.
This has happened dozens of times to nearly everyone on the street, though she’s slowed down since more people started installing video cams and motion-sensor lights in their driveways.
She’s just one of those misanthropic people who gets a kick out of others’ misfortune. She’s done it for almost 20 years, apparently; her favorite night to do it is Sunday, when she also goes picking through people’s recycling on the curb for cans and bottles.
The lucky people find the nails and screws before they go out driving, but others have had their tires pop on the expressway.
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67. Anger Issues
Had severe anger issues and yelled at anything or anyone he didn’t like on the street. A few years ago, he had a road rage incident, and when he started banging on the other car’s windows, the occupants got out and beat him badly…
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68. Wasn’t Me
He jumped in front of my car while I was driving down the road to yell at me for going through his trash at night. Told him it was probably raccoons. He refuses to believe it to this day.
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69. He Liked To Spy On People
Ours is the classic retired old man, terrible health and literally nothing going on in his life. He’s not married, and I try to stay out of everyone’s business, but I don’t believe he has any kids. Rarely has visitors.
I think he had a dream once of being a police officer but never quite made it. So he’s taken it upon himself to be the neighborhood police person. He spies on everyone and makes it his business to know everything.
My “favorite” encounter was catching him literally camping out in my front yard bushes early morning, spying on neighbours a few doors down. He had a coffee mug, note pad, blanket… literally just hanging out in my front yard making notes about the weird folks who were likely doing drugs at home.
When I asked him what he was doing, he just didn’t seem to understand that it was inappropriate.
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70. Party Animal
We used to live next to a woman that would have a disco party for her cats in her backyard at 2 am every few days. She would put up a disco ball and party lights with music playing.
It was a little bit odd but what made it crazy was her dancing like a Native American performing a ritual around the disco ball.
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71. Not What I Expected To See
I had a neighbor who would sneak into my yard at night and roll up my sod. It would be laid perfectly the night before, but I’d get up in the morning, and it would be rolled up just like it was when it came from the store.
I finally got pissed and spent the night laying by my back door with a baseball bat and a flashlight, ready to bonk the crap out of whoever it was.
Sure enough, they came around two in the morning, and I stood up, turned the light on, and was face-to-face with four raccoons rolling up my sod, looking for bugs.
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72. The Cleanest Driveway Ever
Had a neighbour who wouldn’t let anyone use his driveway because he didn’t want it to get dirty. Anyone, including himself. He parked on the street outside.
If he thought you were having a party, he would drag a bunch of plastic bags full of god knows what to the end of his driveway so no one could turn around it.
One time I came home, and he was outside, hosing it down in the rain. To his credit, I’ve never seen a cleaner driveway.
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73. He Eats My Flowers
He eats my flowers. In his defense, he told us that he has been doing it for years when he introduced himself after we bought the house.
He also brought over frozen cookies in a plastic bag, as a housewarming gift, but wasn’t sure what was in them.
We share a side yard, and as he was talking to us, I noticed his all brick house, was actually roofing shingles layered to look like brick. It started to register that he may be a little out there.
He’s a great neighbor. Just an older, eccentric stoner who keeps to himself and eats my flowers. No shame. Comes over to my yard and eats my lilies raw or brings scissors and clips the heads to “boil and make jam.”
It’s crazy to me, but we have embraced it. I planted a couple of raspberry, blackberry, and blueberry bushes three years ago, when we first moved in, on the side yard we share.
As well as a few knock-out rose bushes. I told him to help himself to berries/roses anytime, especially before the birds do. The bushes have all gone insane, and the entire side of my house is now a yearly buffet for my neighbor.
Having a decent relationship with a crazy guy I share a property line with is worth some deadheaded flowers.
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74. No Leaves, Please
This older lady lives across the street from me, and she is OBSESSED with leaves falling on her lawn. To the point that she will come out of her house and pick up one individual leaf off the grass in the fall (or any other time). She spends hours a day outside with the leaf-blower in fall.
She will go and knock on other neighbors’ doors if she thinks you have too many leaves on your grass. She’ll come over into your yard and do it yourself herself if you’re not home.
What I think is weird is that she’s in her 70s, no kids or grandkids living with her, and lives alone in a pretty large 4-bedroom house with an amazing in-ground pool in the backyard (with a slide and diving board and everything). Nobody has used that pool in at least 5 years, yet she opens it up every summer.
Somehow she likes my family and has never once yelled at us about our leaves and randomly brings things over, like half-eaten gallons of ice cream and ask if we want it because she’s not using it.
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75. She Stole $300 Worth Of Water
Ran up over $300 on one month’s water bill of mine because neighbor lady was hooking her sprinkler up to my water when I’d leave for work in the morning and would let it run all day until right before I got home from work.
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76. I Don’t Even Have A Dog
Neighbor lady thought I didn’t clean up after my dog in her front yard (I had never owned a dog), so she retaliated by walking around the neighborhood with a garbage bag, picking up every bit of dog poo she could find, and dumped said bag of dog poo on my front lawn while I was standing in the front window watching.
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77. I Wish I Was Joking
Took my parents to court because he lost in our HOA chairman election. Some people just have too much free time.
He actually demanded we pay his legal fees after he lost in court. Twice.
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78. She Wasn’t Even A Cop
Pulled us over pretending to be a police officer, saying that we had somehow broken the law whilst pulling out of our driveway and that she was “going to call it in.”
She isn’t a cop…
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79. It’s Not My Fault, Lady!
The old lady who lived below me left me multiple cryptic letters blaming me for the birds chirping too loudly in the mornings. Not pet birds. The sparrows and stuff outside. This went on for months.
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80. How Did She Get Into My House?
I drove 16 hours straight, pulled in my drive, and crashed on my couch immediately. Must have left the garage door open because I woke up to the neighbor lady shaking me to see if they missed my newspaper delivery that morning also.
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81. The Cop That Beats His Wife And Daughter
Used to live next to a police officer that would beat his wife and daughter. They had a golden lab that they never fed, so every night, we would dump dog food over the fence. A lot of screaming from that house.
On the other side of us was a woman that hated kids so much that she would call the cops if we walked by her house on her side of the street.
82. I Hate “Friends” Because Of Him
Living in dorms with paper-thin walls, the guy next door had some kind of hearing disability, so his TV was always waaaaaaaay too loud. And he loved “Friends.”
He especially loved the theme song. I also believe he would miss the punch line, so he would rewind after every laugh track, finally get the joke, and then rewind it again to laugh along. Every. Laugh. Track.
This wouldn’t be the worst experience if it weren’t for his weird sleep schedule, so his “Friends” binging would be around 3 am and onwards.
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83. I Didn’t Want To See That
On a Sunday, I was taking out the trash. When I came back to my building, as I was going down the stairs leading to the corridor where my flat is, a panicked, fully naked man was running in the opposite direction and told me not to go there.
Pissed, I am going anyway, only to meet face to face with her girlfriend in the corridor, half-naked with a 30cm knife in her hand. We stared at each other for 10 seconds, not moving an inch.
Afterward, she went back to her flat, locked the door, and I came back to mine as well. She left the naked boyfriend locked outside. A bit later, he came back to her door and was begging for her forgiveness and to let him take his stuff.
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84. There Was Nobody Living Upstairs
Very noisy people upstairs when we moved in. Footsteps going back and forth all night. Doors banging. Crying. It was driving me nuts, so I spoke to the landlord.
There’s nobody living upstairs. He decided after a double murder that he wouldn’t rent it out again because too many weird people wanted to stay only for a couple of nights.
I moved on the same day. Just bagged my stuff and went. Way too weird for my taste.
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85. Weird And Scary
It’s been almost 3 years but it still freaks me out. He was drunk and knocked on my door. I didn’t realize who it was, I thought it was a friend, so I opened the door.
I saw this big guy staring at me and I just slammed the door, locked it, grabbed my kids(they were only two months old), and ran to the back room.
He just kept banging on my door so I called 911. I’m pretty sure he wanted me to give him a ride to the liquor store. He had stopped my husband before to ask him for rides when he saw him.
He knocked on my neighbor’s door, too, and wouldn’t leave them alone either. The cops never found him. A few hours later I heard him screaming at everyone in his house.
A few days later, everyone in that house was gone. It was so weird and scary.
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86. They Shot Our Cats
My neighbor was absolutely fine for about seven years. He was a nice old man who recently remarried to a woman who had a 20-year-old student.
She partied from time to time, though she was mostly tame. But then, one day, out of nowhere, we found our one-year-old cat lifeless in their garden.
We weren’t sure if we could be mad since the cat could have passed of a heart attack or something, so my family shrugged it off as a coincidence.
Fast forward two months later—we had a new cat that was younger and cuter. I came home one day and my cat came crawling to me whilst giving the loudest meow of his life. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Turns out, my cat was shot. SHOT. WITH A BULLET. Our gardener told us that he clearly saw the neighbor with a pistol, shooting pigeons or something, minutes before my cat was shot.
So yeah, as you can imagine, we haven’t been close to our neighbors since that day…P.S our cat survived with surgery and is perfectly fine, but he only has eight lives left.
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87. Dog Sewage
I had an upstairs neighbor who let their dog do its business—number one AND number two—on their balcony.
I’m guessing this was going on for a while, as I started to notice a brown viscous substance leaking on my potted plants on my balcony. It wasn’t until it rained that I could smell that it was dog excrement and urine.
I basically had dog sewage raining all over my balcony from that night it rained. I spent a ton of effort making my balcony a nice little oasis with nice lighting, plants, outdoor carpet, and furniture. I eventually got him evicted because it kept happening.
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88. I Got Hit In The Stomach
My neighbor came home from the bar with his friend, and they were both tipsy. At some point, they started screwing around with a pistol and accidentally shot through their floor—down into my apartment.
The worst part? I actually got hit in the stomach. I called 9-1-1, and when the ambulance was taking me away, my panicked fiancé was getting ready to leave because the EMTs told her to follow.
My neighbor came down and was like “What happened? We heard a commotion!” The authorities were called, and he got taken into custody.
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89. He Should Be Locked Up
Our upstairs neighbor had a dog, not only did he beat and abuse it, but the dog would be left outside to pee all over our backyard, including my bbq because his balcony is just wood slats for floors. After animal control took the dog away, he didn’t have a dog to beat anymore, so it turned into beating his girlfriend, cops haven’t done anything yet, still stuck living here.
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90. Big Mistake
I moved into a run-dwon apartment in a building that was occupied by basically the worst people in the area. It was a pretty rural small town—a lot of junkies and lowlifes, etc.
I moved there because I don’t have a driver’s license and I needed to live close to my new job at a café as there are no buses in the area—except school buses—and it was relatively cheap. I quickly learned what a mistake I’d made.
One night when I came home from work, I met two of my neighbors by the entrance to the building. These two were living wall-to-wall with me, and I had listened to their drugged-up saturnalias more than once.
They started following me up the stairs, not saying a single word, just following me. I rushed inside and locked the door, when they started hammering at it.
They were yelling, hammering their hands at the door so hard I thought they would break it. I yelled back at them: “What do you want?? Leave me alone!” Their answer stunned me.
They stopped their hammering and the man said, with a fragile voice; “We were just wondering if we could borrow your pee for a drug test tomorrow.” I not-so politely declined and told them to get lost. I didn’t live there for much longer, I’ll tell you that.
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91. Hell No!
My partner and I purchased the house next door to my best friend. I had lived with him for close to a decade when his kids were babies, so the children viewed my house as an extension of theirs, and were in and out all day, every day.
I have a more flexible schedule than he and his wife, so I have them in the mornings, after school, and on days off of school.
I had a pool in my yard, and because my friend’s kids were still little, I installed a retractable cover and made sure it was locked so they couldn’t open it.
My friend’s yard had one of those wood fort/climbing wall/swing set deals and a large sandbox. Throughout the year, we spent most evenings outside, grilling, drinking, and watching the kids play/swim/whatever.
One summer day, I came home from work a little earlier than normal, and started to prep for dinner. I heard a knock at my back door, which was odd, since my buddy’s kids never knocked.
I went to see who it was and discovered a mom and two kids who looked to be maybe 5-7 years old. As I opened the door, she informed me that her kids needed to use the bathroom and that I needed to come out and get the cover off my pool.
I was confused and asked her to repeat herself, and she said that her kids needed to pee and that they were hot and bored with playing in the sandbox, so I needed to open up my pool.
I asked her why the heck she was in my friend’s yard and what made her think her kids were welcome to swim in my pool, or use my bathroom for that matter.
She got really witchy and told me that she had moved into the house behind us and that she had watched my buddy’s kids come over all the time and watched as I opened the pool for them.
She insisted that since I was willing to open my pool for the kids next door, I should also open it for the children who lived behind me. I tried explaining the relationship between my best friend’s family and mine.
She claimed it didn’t matter that I had known them since birth and pretty much had helped raise them, I just needed to get to know her kids too and it would be OK.
I told her no and closed the door on her. She spent a while knocking and fussing at me through the window, and then had her kids pee in a planter on the side of the patio.
When I still didn’t react, she took her kids back into my friend’s yard to play on the swings. I texted him to let him know what was going on, right at the moment he was letting his 300+ pounds worth of Newfie dogs out into the yard without noticing the unwelcome visitors.
The mom starts shrieking and climbs up into the fort, leaving both kids on the swings.
She starts demanding that we put the dogs inside and how dare my friend let his dogs out into his own yard when her kids are clearly playing there.
He tells her to get the heck out and calls the authorities. When the officers arrived, she put on the whole waterworks about how her kids are just looking for friends, and my buddy’s kids are somehow mistreating her kids, even though they’d never met.
She said that he invited her over just to let his dogs attack her children, blah blah blah. They eventually move her back onto her own property, then come back later to tell us they warned her about coming back.
She lived in that house for almost a year before she and her husband divorced. But even then, she still managed to be a nightmare neighbor.
During that year, I had to replace the lock over the pool cover controls three times, have a fencing company remove a gate at the back of my property that was meant to let the lawnmower through, and eventually payed a security company to come to check on the yard any time we were going to be away for more than a few hours.
We found her and her kids in our yards repeatedly, but she’d leave when we got home. What finally resolved the issue was my partner catching her in the pool.
She told him she knew the man that owned the house and that he had told her it was OK to swim. He told her he was married to the man that owned the pool and that it’s not OK to swim.
She apparently had a bad reaction to realizing she was immersing her sons in gay water. We didn’t see her again after that.
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92. We Had To Sell The House
I moved into a brand new house. I noticed an old toilet, garbage, and a broken-down hot tub in the neighbors front yard.
Nothing special about that. I made cookies and we went over to introduce ourselves. He laughed and slammed the door in our faces. Little did we know, this was the beginning of our worst nightmare.
A few days later, I was out landscaping our new yard with my husband, and we just laid some bricks.
He was on his knees, making sure they were level, while I stood beside him and handed over the bricks. Our neighbor then walked by and yelled, “Well, I can see who wears the pants!”
My husband and I looked at each other, totally perplexed. Then, a few months later, we got a puppy. Our other neighbor let us know she witnessed the guy’s son throwing lit-up matches over the fence at our puppy when he was in the backyard.
We found about 50 matches in our yard. Then she also had to call the authorities because his other son broke the lights on her garage and defecated on her welcome mat (all captured on her home video system).
About six months later, I got a complaint about our dog’s barking and ended up with a $500 fine. It was ridiculous. Our dog never barked, unless someone walked by or came to the door.
We had letters from all 16 surrounding neighbors attesting that our dog never barked, but the letters were not admissible. We sold the house and moved shortly afterward.
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93. The Biker Couple
This happened to my parents before they had me and my siblings. When buying their first house, which is our current family home, they arrived on their motorbikes to view the house.
After deciding on wanting to buy it, they greeted the neighbors. The neighbors expressed how thankful they were that the “biker couple” didn’t buy the house, then proceeded to rant about their dislike towards bikers…not knowing my parents were the biker couple.
As you can imagine, it didn’t go down too well when the pricks noticed the bikes. But it gets even more interesting—a few months after their initial chat with the neighbors, my parents were sitting in the living room minding their own business when they heard an explosion.
They ran outside to find both of their bikes engulfed with flames. They called the fire brigade, who put out the fire. One of the firefighters approached my mom and pointed out that there were matches laying around and that it was more than likely an arson attack.
My mom didn’t pursue it with the authorities for God knows what reason, but while in her fit of rage, she told my dad: “Whoever did this is going to break their right leg.”
Coincidence or not, a week later, one of the neighbors came home with his right leg in a cast.
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94. We Still Don’t Know What His Problem Was
We were trying to sell our house, and the neighbors’ nephew was sabotaging it. When we’d leave so people could look at it, he would sneak around creepily, which turned off a lot of buyers.
He even went into my house during an open house and told people not to buy it. He lived like 100 yards away from us, and to this day, we still don’t know what his deal was.
Once he started threatening my sister, who tried to help him after he passed out on my driveway, we called the authorities and made him sign a paper that said if he was caught on the property again, he’d be put behind bars. Luckily, we were able to sell it after that.
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95. He Crossed A Line
This is about my neighbor two houses over. We were good acquaintances, probably almost friends; but everything changed in a single moment. I worked for the guy for a little bit—he was actually my boss at the time this happened.
I noticed that he’s really big on using people’s stuff when they aren’t around—like one time, he used a guy’s woodworking tools while he was gone.
I told him multiple times, “Hey, I’m cool with you borrowing my stuff but just make sure you ask. I also don’t like unscheduled visits, so call or text if you want to stop over.”
I just wanted to let him know where I stood if he wanted to borrow some more tools from me or whatever. I had let him borrow a 17 mm impact socket from me once.
Then, two weeks went by and I assumed the jerk probably lost it. Whatever…I just told myself never to lend out stuff to him again. Well, after another few days, he said, “Hey, you weren’t home so I returned the socket and borrowed another.”
Yes, he hopped over my fence mid-day while I was gone, opened my garage door, returned the socket he borrowed, very scratched and marred up, and helped himself to some of my other tools.
He told me this a week after he did it, out of the blue, as if it was no big deal. That was the breaking point for me. I told him to stay the heck away from me, my house, my family, and my property.
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96. It Was Our Driveway, After All
We moved into an apartment and our neighbor informed us that she owned half of the driveway. Cool, whatever; it was a huge driveway and it had more than enough room for all of us.
After a month or so of living there, she divided the driveway in half with a bunch of rocks. Still fine, as we had plenty of room. But over the course of two months, she slowly moved the rocks closer and closer to our apartment.ll
It got to a point where we would have to physically move them out of the way to get in and out of our driveway. The landlord finally got a survey done and found out a shocking truth—she didn’t own ANY part of the driveway!
From that point on, she was forced to park her car on the road. Serves her right for lying to us and taking advantage of our kindness.
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97. Smoke Everywhere
I came home to a smoke-filled apartment and I called 9-1-1 right away since I couldn’t find the cause myself.
Turns out, our downstairs neighbors put a charcoal grill on their stove so they could barbecue indoors. Brilliant.
My only relief was that a friend had walked my dog earlier that day so I know he wasn’t in a smoke-filled apartment all afternoon.
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98. Quite A Nice Guy
I was 13 at the time. My neighbor tried to take my dog and her puppies. He literally broke into our house one day to do it.
Luckily, my mom and I were there at the time—when he realized we had caught him in the act, he dropped the dogs, but also told us that he could break our necks whenever he wanted.
Quite a nice guy. We obviously called the authorities after that.
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99. “Get Off My Roof!”
I lived in an apartment on the second floor (each building was two floors) that had a flat roof that you could climb on top of from the staircase.
I started hearing loud footsteps above me in my room at like 3 am. It was a couple sitting up there talking. I let it slide. Went back to sleep.
The next weekend they go up there with like 5 other people doing beer bongs and being super loud. I asked them to kindly get off my roof. They did and didn’t even say my bad.
They did the same thing the next night. So I called the cops on them, and they were all arrested for public intoxication. Never saw them again.
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100. Real Peaches
My neighbor sprayed our hedge between our houses with something that destroyed it. Initially, we planted it there next to her cyclone fence so we wouldn’t have to look at her.
Everything we’ve planted there dies, and they always start dying from her side. She’s super nosy and is always watching out the window, which is why we plant things there!
She also moved her in-ground sprinklers onto what I think is our property. They are touching our driveway, and she sets them to go off in the middle of the night when our cars are parked there.
She refuses to set them for when we’re at work because it “interrupts her yard work time.” The water spots on our cars are from the irrigation water, and they leave huge, white, amoeba-shaped marks down one side of our car!
I paid someone $250 last year to use acid to remove them and they were still faintly there. She actually had the nerve to suggest our son park his car there because the color of his car won’t show the water spots as bad!
Her husband walks up and down the backyard fence and whistles at our dog to make her bark, then the wife complains to us about our dog barking.They’re real peaches.
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101. “Not Our Dog”
This was in an apartment building. The upstairs neighbor’s dog peed on their patio and it dripped down onto me while I was sitting outside reading.
I yelled and ran to shower, and when I texted them to ask them to take their dog out to pee in future, their response made my blood boil with rage.
They said it wasn’t their dog and it must have blown over from somewhere else. Blown over? From where?
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102. Grand Theft Auto
When I started my first job post-college, I was thrilled to live by myself for the first time in my life.
I had this beautiful one-bedroom apartment in a solid part of town. Everything was great until six months later, when new tenants moved in next to my unit.
I had a package go missing (a phone case). Amazon had posted a photo of it at my door, so I thought that it was just a fluke.
Then it happened again, and again, and again. The office wouldn’t accept packages, so I had to get my items delivered to friends’ places instead, which was wildly inconvenient.
The local authorities didn’t care in the slightest when I reported it, so I just figured I’d deal with it. Fast forward a few weeks, and the situation escalated.
I come home after being gone for less than an hour, to see that my doorknob and front door were scrapped up and the knob was barely hanging on.
Long story short, I had been parking in plain view of this guy’s window, so he was able to tell when I was home. I am 100% convinced he tried to break into my place, and that me coming home early interrupted him.
I googled his name after I moved—got it off a package at his door—and found that he was a convicted felon with charges that include grand theft auto, domestic assault, drug dealing, and an attempted break-in.
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103. Public Pool
They insisted that we pay to have a gate installed between our backyard fences so that they may use our above-ground pool as they please, preferably when they invite friends over.
When we denied it, they threw a hissy fit and found an excuse to “punish” us. You see, the pool was going through some expensive issues with leakage into the yard.
They threatened to call the fine-happy HOA because the water was leaking into the yard they rarely used and their dog was allegedly getting sick from drinking the water.
Not wanting to deal with that nonsense (and also wanting to clean our own backyard of the pond that began housing frogs), my father spent his birthday day off from work in the Texas heat digging a trench and installing a pipe so that the water could drain.
The neighbors came outside and harassed dad the entire time he was digging the trench, telling him it would’ve just been easier to install the gate.
Would’ve been easier to install a shovel into their frontal lobes, those freaking profligates.
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104. Trashy People
I had some neighbors below me years ago. It was a mother and her son, plus sometimes his ex and sometimes their kids.
I feel terrible for the kids because the adults were the trashiest people. The place reeked of pot 24/7, they would park their vehicle on the grass as they were at the back of the building, and they drove everybody nuts with how loud they were.
I once recorded audio of the mom and son fighting where he was screaming and very graphically describing how he was going to kill her.
I saw a guy in the building across from us also on his balcony subtly recording in case it escalated. The fight ended when his ex showed up either with or for the kids, and they started arguing instead.
At one point she screamed that she had crabs and then drove off. It was absolutely wild.
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105. Invisible Furniture
This horrid individual lived in the apartment right below my husband and me.
It went from constant complaints, to him calling law enforcement on us multiple times to him leaving threatening messages on our car and front door.
When we first moved in he was upset with the landlord for renting above him—left plenty of unpleasant notes and interrupted quite a few times when we were talking to the landlord.
When we moved in we only had a mattress and no other furniture, but he kept calling the landlord and saying that we were moving furniture around at 2 am and had our TV at full blast.
After the eighth complaint in two months of us still moving around furniture and TV being too loud, we finally showed our apartment to the landlord. It revealed the truth.
We literally didn’t have a TV and still only had our mattress. Then the neighbor started leaving notes on our car telling us to keep it down and he even put in writing, “There needs to be NO noise after 10 pm or else I’ll call the authorities.”
We usually didn’t even get home until after 11 pm and we were respectful to make sure we kept things down because we knew that not everyone had our work schedule.
So, we tried keeping it down even more and there were so many instances when we’d be eating dinner or cuddling quietly, or even sleeping and he’d be banging on his ceiling/our floor.
After a few months, he started calling law enforcement and it got to the point where even they told him to stop calling about a noise complaint because it’s a landlord issue and every time they came they never hear anything.
The last time they showed up, I was asleep and my husband ended up talking to them and explaining everything. They suggested that we file a harassment complaint.
Then he started leaving threatening notes on our car and front door, and we kept hearing our doorknob jiggle. This is where it turned terrifying.
He claimed that he and a friend had sat outside our apartment for two hours and listened to all the noise we were making.
He then said that he knows where we park our car so we’d better start parking it somewhere else if we didn’t want it to get damaged etc.
We kept the notes and made copies for the landlord and let him know that this was what we were dealing with. We were just keeping him in the loop before it got even worse. The last complaint was when he ran outside to the landlord.
He was screaming that something needed to be done about us because he heard our bed squeak the night before and how dare he rent to some crazy college kids who are partying and doing it all night.
The landlord finally told him to stop being a bitter old man. Then this crazy neighbor of ours—who’d made our lives so miserable—took a total 180 turn and we found out that he had decided to sue the landlord and was moving.
Suddenly the neighbor kept offering us rides when one of us was walking. He stopped complaining and leaving notes.
Our doorknob did, however, keep jiggling and turning at around midnight. Whenever we would check on our door we’d hear someone running down the hall as we’d approach our door.
He eventually moved away and shockingly we haven’t gotten a complaint from any other neighbor in the last three years we’ve lived here.
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106. Annoying And Pathetic Faces
I live in Puerto Rico, where most of the island has been without power for the past two months following Hurricane María.
Due to our government’s power authority being quite slow in the recuperation process, a lot of neighborhoods in my area have been hiring private contractors to bring the electricity back.
In my case, I found a contractor willing to bring our neighborhood’s power grid back on, but I needed unanimous support from the neighbors to pay and authorize the process.
Most were on board for this, but two of my next-doors opposed it for some reason. When we asked them why they were, their response floored us.
They said that they wanted the neighborhood without power so the rest of us would eventually leave and they’d never have to see our “annoying and pathetic” faces again. So it was pretty much a no-go on the contractor
Fast forward a week and we found out that these next-doors had a friend in the power authority who asked them to keep away private contractors from the neighborhood so the authority could take credit when the power is eventually restored.
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107. I think He Wanted To Abduct Me
My next-door neighbor was always creepy. He always asked us to come inside and play with his cats.
Then, when he was moving out, he offered me an Air Force One jacket. I was about 10 at the time.
He said that if I wanted to get the jacket, I had to come with him to get it from some guy’s house. After I told him I needed to ask my mom, he disappeared.
To this day, I think he wanted to abduct me.
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108. She Never Bothered Me Again
I once had a neighbor in college who would knock on my door and ask me for money.
I would just say that I was a broke student who couldn’t spare anything. It was weird as heck because it was a weekly occurrence at the least.
She was in her 50s and working, so I didn’t understand why she would do that. One day, I got fed up, so when she knocked on my door, I said, “Yeah, I got some money for you.”
I asked her to hold out her hands and gave her like, two dollars worth of nickels that I had in a change jar. Surprisingly, she never bothered me again after that.
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109. Illegal Activities
I lived on the top floor of a sketchy house in college because it was the only place that would let seven of us rent together.
The first week we were there, the SWAT team did a raid on one of the units below us. They busted in the door and used flashbang grenades on them.
One of the other units smelled like urine and constantly had people coming in and out buying illicit substances.
Our keys barely fit in the lock because people had tried to pick them so much. Our cable and internet stopped working, so we called the cable company to check it.
The guy took us over to the box outside and showed us nine different lines that were ripping our internet. I could go on and on.
On the plus side, we could shoot bottle rockets in our hallway because it wasn’t like anyone was going to call the authorities on us.
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110. Liar
My neighbour told my landlord I had a dog. Dogs were not allowed in the building.
I didn’t have a dog and got a letter stating the dog needed to be removed and that I would be having an inspection for damages which I would have to pay.
I went to the landlord and told them I didn’t have a dog, they must have the wrong unit.
He argued with me for a while, even stating he had it on video me bringing a dog into the building. I asked to see the video.
He said he would pull it, but it would take time. Finally, he tells me it was a neighbour who reported it and dropped the whole thing. So annoying.
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111. “Crazy”
I had this one downstairs neighbor who lacked any respect for the fact that our building wasn’t sound-insulated.
He would listen to loud music mostly through the day and sometimes late at night. This lasted for months, but nothing had yet been done by the landlord.
One day, though, I think he discovered that he really, REALLY loved Gnarles Barkley’s “Crazy.” He decided it was appropriate to play it half a dozen times in the course of an hour, and I just had it.
So, being a karaoke jockey and having my equipment on hand, I decided to show him what “loud” was. I connected my speakers to my computer through my console, then I went hunting for the absolute worst “karaoke cover” of that same song.
I remember vividly it was a cover by this creepy fat basement dweller in his late 40s and it was horribly off-tune. I played it with the speakers flat on the floor so he’d get the full brunt of it.
I played it three times in a row, loud enough that he would definitely suffer the consequence of his lack of respect. And, wouldn’t you know it, he never played that song again.
He started being much more conservative in his volume levels. He left that summer and I never heard “Crazy” again from his collection. I wonder why.
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112. Trina
My mom, dad, and I moved into a condominium when I was about 14. When we first moved in, we met Trina, our downstairs neighbor.
Trina was an older woman (60s) taking care of her mentally challenged grandson who was my same age but mentally a six-year-old with minimal language development. Trina seemed sweet and welcomed us to the building.
We had a few small issues with Trina, but we decided to keep them to ourselves. You see, she smoked A LOT, like three to four packs a day, and the smell would overtake our house.
Also, the grandson would scream a lot in the early morning but nothing serious and we never said a word. We were all friendly enough and life was fine.
About two years after moving in, my mom bought a portable hose to water her outdoor plants and clean the balcony off. This is when the trouble started.
Trina lost it when my mom washed the patio for the first time: just water, no chemicals, just rinsing the dirt off. Trina promptly started threatening my mom’s life for doing this.
She then complained to the condo association every single day for years. She started to burn small fires in a coffee can under our windows in an attempt to smoke us out.
She once saw my bedroom window was left open and literally flooded my room with her hose. She would call the authorities on every single noise we ever made. Eventually they fined her $50 for wasting their time.
A couple of years later I became pregnant. Yeah, I was very young, just 18 at the time. So my boyfriend moved in and we had the baby and decided to raise it together.
The neighbor told my boyfriend that I had a revolving line of men, and I was unsure who the father was, but chose him because he was nice. This was, of course, completely fabricated.
She continued with her nonsense for years and years. Once she was driving down the driveway while I was getting my then two kids into the car. She literally tried to hit my oldest son with her car.
I had to physically pick him up and throw him out of the way. When the authorities came she denied everything so nothing happened.
She harassed my family for years to the point where the condo association had to have private meetings with her and my dad, which nothing ever came of. The condo association was just as fed up as we were.
Three years ago my mom passed suddenly. When the neighbor realized my mom was no longer around, her response made my blood boil.
She laughed and told my dad and my kids that my mom deserved to die. She was an awful, awful woman. She recently had a stroke.
We don’t know if she is still alive or in a home but my dad, who still lives there, says it’s nice to be free of the constant harassment.
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113. This Is Not How You Train A Dog
I saw my neighbors hang their pet dog on its hind legs to “train” it. It was at 5 pm and my sister and I were chilling at home, watching some Doctor Who.
We then heard this really loud yelping outside our house and my sister and I decided to walk outside and peer through a bush and see what the heck was going on in our neighbor’s backyard. When we saw it, our blood ran cold.
We decided to call 9-1-1 and get the authorities over to apprehend the jerk.
By the way, it turns out that they have mistreated animals before, but it was only when we caught them that they were taken in.
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114. What A Creep
The first apartment I lived in, I had a neighbor that would try opening the door.
I didn’t hear it myself because I worked nights. I came home early one night—around 2 am—and he was trying to get in through the apartment door.
We had a huge argument and he stopped doing it after that. I’m guessing he thought it was just my two female roommates living there, because he never tried anything after he knew I was there as well.
It kinda opened my eyes, at the time, to the sort of nasty stuff that women have to deal with.
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115. Four Kids In One Bath
Had an upstairs neighbor (apartments) who would toss all her kids in the bath at once, like 4 kids. Into a full bath. And then leave them alone.
So the 4 kids would flood the bathroom, which would then flood OUR bathroom, and they would do this EVERY OTHER NIGHT.
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116. Rotting Tree
The neighbor had an old, massive tree that was rotting and literally falling apart.
When I was a kid, a huge tree branch crashed into my house about 10 feet away from my bedroom.
The tree had several other branches hanging above our house, including several directly above my bedroom. My family asked her to cut the tree down, and even offered to pay for it, but she refused. My parents took her to court and won.
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117. No Comment
Hmmm, it is 3 am. Let’s drill holes in the wall. Or let’s change the style of the living room.
Oh, wait, let’s pour all the food we didn’t eat to the toilet, so it jams. Oh, and then let’s beat this guy’s (mine) mom up because she asked us to be quiet at 4 am because we were drilling holes.
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118. Fried Shoes
My brother lived in courtyard bungalow apartments. They all looked alike.
He arrived home from work one afternoon to find his drugged- out neighbor in his house. The dude was in the kitchen, frying shoes in a pan on the stove.
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119. They Killed My Cats
I’ve had A LOT of bad neighbor experiences, but the worst has to be when they broke into our house (well, kinda, they were also our landlord, so they had a key), stole our cats (2 adult cats and 4 kittens that were 5 weeks old) and killed them in the woods behind the house.
I was 9, the whole thing really upset me. They were my cats.
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120. Problem Solved
When I first moved into my house, I didn’t know my exact property line yet, so I put a marker by a tree I thought was mine.
My neighbor came over and said I had to remove the marker since the tree was on his property.
So I went ahead and got a survey done to settle any troubles. His face when I showed him the surveyor’s findings was priceless—turns out I actually owned the tree, plus the 10 feet beyond it. Problem solved!
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