Neighbor Troubles: Tales Of The Most Problematic Neighbors

In life, everyone probably encounters several personalities, particularly the bad and good. However, if we’re talking about the personalities of our neighbors, the hope is that they are good people. Like, no one wants neighbors from hell, right?

Well, these people here, drew the short straw as they got unlucky and found themselves living across the worst neighbors anyone could possibly have - neighbors that bring you daily nightmares. Read on and relive what they experienced.

1. Caught Red Handed

My wife and I purchased our first house about three years ago. While moving in, my new neighbors were drinking on their front porch; it was no big deal.

While bringing the last load of boxes into the house, my neighbor comes up, welcomes me to the neighborhood, and mentions how nice my TV is. Fast forward one week, and we are headed out to dinner.

This neighbor stops me before getting in the car and asks how long we will be gone (huge red flag). I lie and tell him I'm just running to the gas station one block away and will be back immediately.

Twenty minutes later, I got a phone call from the local police. This moron broke into my house in broad daylight with three other neighbors watching (luckily, these neighbors weren't pieces of crap too).

He cut his hand on the window he was attempting to climb through and used his bleeding hand on every doorknob in my house. He is now a number in the US penal system.

Ryanh1985

My grandma's neighbors had a small trash can but would use her can to put the rest of their trash in. When the neighbors overfilled Grandma's trash, it would often be left uncollected.

The neighbors did not care and continued to use her trash can even after they were told several times to stop. My husband started going by granny's early in the morning before going to work to check the trash cans.

It only took three times for him to dump their trash into their yard and driveway or overfill their can, so it isn't collected that they finally stopped using grandma's trash can.

Bill_Cosby_Rapist

When my now-wife and I moved in together in our first apartment, the parking spaces were staggered out, so the spots in front of our townhouse belonged to the people two doors down.

They had a kid in his late teens who apparently owned the crappy minivan in existence. I came home from work one day and found him cleaning out the van. And throwing the crap in my recycle bin and garbage can on my porch.

Two problems with that: First, if there are non-recyclables in the recycle bin, I get in trouble. Second, I get in trouble if there's unbagged garbage in the garbage can.

So, needless to say, I was a little pissed. This wasn't just papers and crap. These were half-eaten chicken wings that were apparently sitting on the floor of his minivan. I flat-out told him to stop and to please clean up all the crap he had thrown in my bins.

He didn't. I wanted to just dump the crap he had thrown in my bins on his hood, but my now-wife is much nicer than me... she made me bag it up first.

I then left on his windshield with a note basically saying, "Hey, not cool to throw your mess in our trash cans when I asked you not to."

The next morning, I found the note stuck back in my door with an apology from the kid's mother. Never had any more issues with him after that.

SJHillman

I live in an apartment building with one small garbage bin in the parking lot, and we only have the trash picked up once every two weeks, so it gets pretty full.

Well, our inconsiderate neighbors who live in the houses in the surrounding area and are responsible for their own trash storage until it can be picked up will load it all up into their cars and dump it in our little bin.

So after a week of this, our bin is overflowing and spilling out onto the ground (literally bags of old food, etc., all over the ground). The whole place smells rancid (especially on a hot summer day), and we still have another week to go before the city comes to collect.

I'm going to explode on one of these people one day. What do they think? Because we live in a dumpy apartment and they have a nice big house, we don't mind living next to their trash.

Dabugar

We live in an apartment, and we have a dog. He's super chill and awesome. There is a guy down the hall from us who has a small dog who is violent with other dogs.

He frequently lets his dog out in the hall either off-leash or he drops the leash (as he's locking his apartment). His dog has attacked my dog more than once.

My dog could crush the thing if he wanted to, but he's really gentle. The best part is that when my husband complained to the building manager, he found out that the guy had asked the manager for advice on what to do with his dog because it was becoming more and more violent with other dogs.

So, the guy knows his dog is violent, and other dogs live on the same floor, and he still lets his dog out in the hall without holding the leash. What the heck, guy? Some dog owners piss me off.

song_pond

My upstairs neighbors have two yappy dogs. I wouldn't mind that, except for the fact that a few months after they moved in, they decided that letting them out on the porch to pee was a better option than TAKING THEM OUTSIDE!

I had to carry an umbrella if I wanted to go out onto my own porch just so I wouldn't have pee dripping on me. Thankfully, I finally caught up to them the other day and explained to them that their porch wasn't waterproof.

And that because of gravity, the pee was coming onto my porch and occasionally me. Thank god they stopped after that because I REALLY didn't want to have to get the condo board involved.

Mipsymouse

My next-door neighbor is lovely in nearly every way. He's friendly and has a cute dog, and he brought us fish and chips for lunch the day we moved in.

He watches our house when we're away and deals with repair people if we're at work since he's retired. Practically perfect in every way.

BUT. His garden is full of wind chimes. Like, there could well be more than 100. The constant chiming 24/7 makes me want to garrote him. I hear them in my sleep. I hear them at work. I swear they're following me. The chimes never stop.  

flosiraptor

The neighbor's kids, man. It starts every spring. They only have one speech volume, which is scream. It sounds like children are being attacked on a daily basis.

They jump all over my porch swing even though I have repeatedly asked the parents to tell them not to. They run up and down the stairs of my porch constantly.

I am just waiting for one to get seriously hurt, and it’s my fault. I have a narrow driveway, and last summer, the one who got his bike wedged between my house and my car’s passenger door scratched the crap out of it.

Basically, they just run wild, and the parents either don’t care or are too drunk to notice at times. I don’t know when I turned into a crotchety old man at 30 but screw those kids.

hayderalinaqvi03

These stupid college kids just started renting a house next to me. Every single weekend for three months straight, they've been throwing parties. That's not so bad, even though they are super loud and won't shut up until about 3 am.

What makes them the worst is that we live in a court, so whenever the party ends, all these drunk jerks get in their cars and drive home.

Almost every single neighbor, including me, had windows shattered, cars dented, or side panels destroyed because of these jerks.

Not a single note was left, nor was insurance info exchanged. At least eight hits and runs in the last three months. Screw these people.

Handlifethrowaway

I had downstairs neighbors. My wife and I had just had our first child when these guys moved in. They were in their early 20s. The first night, the music is loud.

I go downstairs and introduce myself, telling them our baby is sleeping and the music is loud, so loud that it was shaking pictures in my apartment.

His response? "Oh, sorry, we were just testing how loud it could be." From that point on, it happened at least weekly. Loud music tons of bass, I go downstairs, they apologize and turn it down. Rinse and repeat.

Finally, we were moving out. As we are moving, one of the guys downstairs says, "Sorry about being loud. We are just kids, ya know?"

I didn't respond, but if you're old enough to live alone, you're old enough to understand that loud music at 2 am time and time again is childish.

mushperv

Pam was a single mom with her teenage daughter, and for the first few years, we got along more or less. Helped her move some furniture in, listened to her talk bad about her work, and ignored the smoke that billowed off of her adjacent back deck.

I don't know what caused it, but Pam started to lose her mind. Everyone was out to get her, myself included... and she loved to call the cops.

Once, she called the cops because the garbagemen had put my trash can too close to her driveway after emptying it. Usually, it was for watching TV at 9:00 pm at night because she thought any noise was a point attempt to keep her from sleeping.

The craziest was when I was having an argument during the summer (and some windows were open). Pam called the police and told them that I had been recording an argument that she had with her daughter and was playing it back on a loop to torment her.

Yakra

The ones directly below me. Now, granted, they are in their early 70s, here's the situation. They are sandwiched between our flat and the flat below them.

They stay in all day, every day, every week, only going out at the crack of dawn for a walk or once-twice a week for the weekly shop. They live underneath two people (me and my housemate) yet expect total and utter silence at all times.

They complain when we walk around, and after the first time, we make a point of effort to be more light-footed, remove shoes, etc. We have carpets, but they still complain that we walk around too much.

They complain they can hear us go to the toilet. Well. SORRY. I WILL JUST HAVE MY BLADDER EXPLODE SO AS NOT TO INCONVENIENCE YOU.  

One time, I was lying in bed with no music, just on Reddit. I get up to pee, leave my room, and go into the bathroom opposite. As soon as I shut the door, I heard the front door open.

Thinking it's my housemate, I shout out, "Yo!" but I hear a strange voice in return. I stepped out of the bathroom, and there was my downstairs neighbor.

He let himself in! And he's talking about "I don't understand it, am I dreaming? Because all I can hear is banging and crashing all day!"

I've been in bed for the last 2 hours messing around on Reddit!! Absolutely insane. I had to drive him out amid his protests, "But your door was unlocked." It's not an invitation to come in!!

TNGSystems

The redneck across the street with a diesel Ram thinks he's a trucker. Has to warm his truck up for 20 minutes every morning, even when it's 70 degrees outside.

The neighbor next door IS a trucker. Never turns off any of his vehicles. Cuts the grass and leaves the mower running for hours.

He then starts his four-wheeler, sits there, and putts for an hour. His diesel Ford idles for an hour and a half while he talks to the lawn guy. I feel like I'm living at a truck stop.

oldrockthing

My old neighbor was a grumpy old alcoholic. He used to complain when we had our light on too late at night. The light is on in our bedroom.

He also used to be quite horrible to my girlfriend. Once called her a witch. Whenever I tried to talk to him, he wouldn't open the door to me or run away because I shouted at him once.

Here is the karma, though. He used to knock on the door to moan at my girlfriend when I was at work. Naturally, my girlfriend started ignoring him when he did this.

One day, she hears frantic banging. Ignores him. Turns out he was having a stroke and couldn't speak, so couldn't call an ambulance. He now lives in a nursing home.

We aren't horrible people at all. If we had known what was happening, we would have opened the door and called an ambulance. It just goes to show that you should be nice to everyone. You might need their help one day.

[deleted]

When I was in elementary school, I lived next to a kid named Kevin, who was in the same grade as me. Kevin was genuinely the most annoying kid I've ever known.

He constantly whined whenever he was around and stole more of my stuff than I'm probably aware of. He'd spend the night in multiple instances, and I'd go to his house soon after and find something of mine, like a game or toy.

Once, I caught him taking a litter of kittens our cat had birthed and grabbing them under their front legs only to flip them backward onto a bed like some sort of toy with a stupid grin on his face.

I've had rude neighbors since, but he will go down in history as the worst kid I've ever had the misfortune of living next to.

upvoter760

My neighbors across the street. They're total douchebags. They've lived across from me all 20 years of my life, and they're still the biggest jerkwards I know.

Let's meet the family. Well, call them Dell, Sally, and Ted. Dell is 65ish, mean, and overall just a terrible human. Sally is 60ish. She's an uppity witch who thinks she's better than everyone. Ted is their 40-ish son who still lives at home.

They're lawn addicts and always have to be worked on. 5 am on a Saturday? Yep. 11 pm on Sunday? Yep. But God, heaven forbid I want to play basketball in my driveway. It's the end of the world.

Dell and Sally both have work cars. Dell, Sally, and Ted all have their own personal cars as well. That's five cars for three people. It is in a double-wide, no-garage driveway. So one car has to be in the street.

I commute to school. Both of my parents have a car. I have a car. I park in the street because my schedule varies from my parents.

We have a fire hydrant on one side of the yard, so it would be illegal if I parked in the street anywhere besides about 15 feet from the edge of their drive on my side of the street.

They freak about it. "Is that your car? It's way too close to our driveway. If we hit it, we'll sue." They call the cops for every "argument" that happens.

Lighting off fireworks on the Fourth of July? You betcha! Me having friends over on a Friday? Cops! I get home at 2 am. Cops. Dog in the back for more than 10 minutes. Cops!!!!

The only time they didn't call the cops? When my house was robbed when I was 12, and they refused to talk to them about it. They're the worst neighbors I could imagine. I've never disliked a person more than I dislike them.

FreezersAndWeezers

I live in a pretty nice apartment, but one big downside is that I share a toilet with another person on the same floor as me. To get to it, you must leave the apartment and enter the attic (on the same floor as my apartment, with the storage units for the rest of the building, etc).

My neighbor is a senile-demented drunk. With whom I share a toilet. Why he isn't in a home is beyond me (his caretakers, who visit him once daily, have hinted that he might eventually get put into one, but there's no indication that it will happen), and he can't take care of himself.

He's always drunk. The girl on the floor below has had to call 911 several times when He couldn't get up the stairs. He's constantly EXTREMELY noisy. Imagine the sound of moving furniture every night. I do not know what he's doing, but I'm happy I don't live below him.

But the worst part, by far, is the toilet situation. Let's start off easy. He never flushes. Almost every time I have to use the toilet, I have to flush down old poop first.

He seldom closes the door. Remember that the toilet and storage units are in the attic. Pretty much everyone in the building has sometimes walked in and seen him sitting on the toilet, me more than most.

And as the grand finale, he pooped on the floor. I have no idea how he does it, but occasionally I will walk in, and there's poop EVERYWHERE.

On the toilet ring, on the floor, underneath the toilet ring, on the walls, everywhere. It's like he slipped off the toilet mid-poop and just didn't stop pooping. Just let it all out, wherever it lands.

One rather... spectacular time, he seems to have lost all control of his sphincter on his way to/from the toilet and let it rain in the corridor outside our apartments.

Literally, let it rain too. It was a couple of puddles of pure liquid. Imagine if someone spilled a cup of coffee on the floor right outside my door.

It smelled something unholy. It was not like regular defecation, just this oppressive odor that made it hard to breathe. Almost threw up right there. So yeah... I wouldn't be sad to see him go.

Foreseti

The neighbors were pretty mean to their kids, so they would play at our house all the time. But the kids were messed up, too. Ugh.

Once caught one of them pooping in the bushes in front of our house. Another time, we came home to find him digging a hole in the middle of our yard because "his dad didn't let him do it in their yard."

The same kid would throw rocks at our dogs. He ended up shooting some farmer's cows nearby with a hunting bow and went to prison for a while. Saw that one coming.

tolero810

Bob was an old, miserable, lonely jerk with a disobedient dog. Always complained about noise well before the curfew and let himself into our apartment on one occasion to drop a letter or something off when we left the door unlocked.

I bumped lightly into his car whilst backing out of the parking lot once, leaving a half-inch chip in his bumper, and stupidly went and told him about it straight away, but he lost his mind on me.

I was a student at the time and broke, driving my roommate's car, so insurance was off the table. I had a friend mechanic assess it, and he said he'd do it for $250, to which Bob said, "I'm not having some chop shop touch my car. I want to pick my own place."

So he made a big deal about not having his car while it was in the shop (he's retired and hardly ever left the house), and the diagnostic comes out to be around $950 dollars (2 months rent).

I explained that I couldn't pay it all upfront and had to break it up into four payments, to which he replied, "I need to have it fixed right away. If that thing cracks, then my whole bumper is ruined blah blah blah."

I tell him I can't just pull money out of thin air and give him four post-dated cheques. 6-8 months go by after the last cheque clears, and guess what? The bumper still has a chip in it. No wonder he's alone at this age.

Facemelter66

A small town on the northern edge of Alberta, very close to the Arctic territories. You wouldn't think there'd be anything illegal or anything, right? Wrong. Some guy moved next door when I was about ten years old.

A decent guy with a family. Moved to town cause he's a long-haul trucker. Well, my dad helps him get a new job so he can be close to his family all the time, but jerk head decides instead to try and get my dad fired so he can move up the ranks.

Doesn't work out, buddy gets fired, and now we have a neighbor that we don't like. Still tolerable, but then things really goes downhill.

The guy's family leaves him cause he's becoming a deadbeat, and then he goes off the rails. Throwing parties all the time gets a new weirdo of a girlfriend, and then, eventually, illegal stuff happens.

Cops are always busting down his door, freaking creeps comin' in and out all the time. This is a quiet neighborhood in northern Canada, and there shouldn't be Compton crap going on next door.

Eventually, greaseball sells his house and moves away to start something else but screw me. It was that a weird ten-year-old living next to him. My new neighbors are a super chill young couple from down south, and they're cool.

jcliffy

I had recently bought a camping stove- the Biolite camp stove- and wanted to test it out. I put in some little twigs, light it up, and heat up some beeswax for a woodworking project.

Two minutes after lighting up, the nosy neighbor comes out onto the driveway and starts yelling at me, threatening to call the cops.

She said, "It's summertime, and our doors are open. The smoke from your fire is entering our home and making black char marks on the wall; you're destroying our property. And you're also choking our parakeet- he can't breathe the smoke from your fire and is suffocating."

The Biolite camp stove has a tiny flame, lol, and there was very little smoke. She was obviously exaggerating. I was annoyed but also found it comical.

I told her to stop gossiping in the neighborhood and stop making problems where there weren't any. She started crying and sobbed to her husband, who then told me not to insult his wife.

I told him that this is 2016 and not 1916, that women are equal to men, and that there's no need for him to finish a fight she started especially because I did what she wanted and put the fire out. Gotta love city living sometimes, close quarters and all.

PhytoRemidiation

I'd always had problems with my neighbor until we put up a fence about two years ago. He is a self-employed plumber and a nasty hoarder.

When I moved in, he was dumping his lawn clippings behind my shed. He had a junk pile on the property line (PVC pipes, traffic signs, political ad yard signs, plastic barrels), and I would have to go out back every few days to clear my yard of his crap.

For years, he was claiming about an extra five feet of my yard without my knowledge. When the land surveyors came out to set the property line for the fence guys, I was not surprised to see that I suddenly had an extra five feet of yard.

I promptly mowed all of the ugly plants and flowers that were planted in my yard. It felt great. Put up the fence, and I haven't had a problem with him since. His wife divorced him soon after.

Their daughter, whom we adored, told us that her mom was glad to finally have a garage where she can actually park a car inside because it's not filled wall to wall, floor to ceiling, with junk hoard. We had a good laugh. Kids say the darndest things.

[deleted]

The little girl next door to our rental house lived with her father and grandparents, and I guess she didn't want to tell them that she got her period.

She started throwing her used sanitary pads over the fence into our yard, where my dog would chew them up and come running into the house with his new "toys."

We couldn't figure out where they were coming from until I set up a sting operation (basically peering angrily out of my kitchen window from behind the curtains like a crazy old bat for two hours straight).

I caught her ahem red-handed and told her granny, who was suitably horrified. I assume they had "the talk" because it stopped that day.

Shaolin816

My previous next-door neighbor was awful. I actually posted about her and asked for advice after she made a CPS threat last year. A couple of online news sources picked up the question, so we aren't the only people who think she is crazy.

She called CPS on us last year because my two older sons (7 and 5 at the time) were playing football in the front yard during a sun shower.

She basically told CPS that we locked all of our kids (including our toddler) outside during a thunderstorm and wouldn’t let them back inside. She said they were begging to come in, and we wouldn't let them. It was a complete lie.

They were having fun, the door wasn't locked, and my wife could see them from the living room window. We got a CPS visit and the case was closed.

A few days later, my wife was outside playing with our toddler. The neighbor approached my wife and asked her if she learned her lesson.

We tried not to make any contact with her after that, but she complained about our tree house and the kids playing too loudly outside.

She also called CPS on our friends across the street because their son had a black eye. He got a black eye in wrestling, but the neighbor called anyway.

She frequently yelled at kids for not wearing jackets at the bus stop and still went to the bus stop with her 12-year-old. I let my kids ride their bikes to school with their friends, and she expressed concern about that as well. We had a neighborhood party once she finally moved.

[deleted]

We had a neighbor who's friends dog bit my wife on the hand, causing permanent nerve damage. Well, none of them were there when it happened, but they got together and concocted a different story of what happened so they could protect their friend and her dog.

Since it became a, she said, she said they protected themselves. So then they started to let our dog out of the yard and claimed we were harassing them.

We were not doing any of these things. They spread rumors about us and our kids and even sent letters to us telling us how awful we were.

Then, one of them sent a letter to my wife's boss about how terrible she was. We had lived there for ten years, and it got to the point where we just sold our house and moved.

These ladies are all in their 50s and have nothing to do all day but imagine injustice towards them. One of them, we later found out, was let go from her job a few months prior to any of this happening due to similar actions in her workplace.

Peelboy

When my parents moved into their first house back in 1989/1990, they had a neighbor named Nancy. They referred to her as "Nancy the Nut" because she was really out there.

One time, my mom was walking me in the stroller, and Nancy's mother came up and started asking about me. My mom then asked her how many children she had.

Days later, my parents got a misspelled and expletive-filled letter basically saying how dare they ask how many children a woman has. It was Nancy who wrote it.

She also put traffic cones in front of her house for no real reason (my dad accidentally backed up over one and dragged it half a block under his car) and killed the tree in her front yard by duct-taping it.

My parents moved in 1993, but my dad saw her one last time a few years later when he was in downtown Chicago. He looked, and there she was, several feet away from him, hocking a loogie. She's since passed away, but, wow, was she weird.

PAKMan1988

The way my neighbor's houses are set up, the neighbor from hell's yard is surrounded on two sides by a cement building. He also happens to always have his sound system going in his shed right next to my house.

The result is sound constantly being aimed back into my yard and house. He leaves it on to the point where he will go to bed with it still going. We also suspect he's high most of the time when we try to speak to him.

Anyway, fast forward about three months. Every single day, there's his music going, plus his amplified voice and whoever else is over.

I've called in a noise complaint, and they come at 11 pm with his music still going, and he's been using a sander for the past 3 hours. The cop asks him to turn his music down, then leaves.

The next morning, our wind chimes were cut. Since then, he's been watching my mom when she works in the garden. Last week, he was banging a shovel of a metal pipe for 45 minutes until my mom went inside. There's a lot more than this, but it's kinda scaring us at this point tbh.

[deleted]

I had a housemate in college who lived in the room next to mine. He never unpacked any of his stuff after arriving - I saw his room in December, and he was still living out of boxes. No sheets or even a mattress cover on the bed.

His room reeked of dirty laundry. It was so bad that you could smell it in the hallway outside his room, and after he (thankfully) moved out in the spring semester, the smell lingered for weeks.

Even though I left the windows open day and night, he also routinely liked watching military history documentaries at maximum volume at 2-3 a.m.

On several occasions, I woke up in the middle of the night to what sounded like electrical arcing noises coming from his room. I never had the guts to go knock on his door and find out what the heck he was doing.

thurn_und_taxis

I live in low-income housing, and there are many disabled people in my building. The man who used to live above me at one point would blast 10-20 seconds of music SUPER loud randomly throughout the day.

It shook my apartment. It felt like he had a woofer aimed at the floor. I asked him politely to stop doing it late at night, no dice. Involved the apt manager, but they gave him more than three strikes (which is supposed to be the policy).

I then started involving the police. Eventually, his lease ran out, and the apartment's concession to me was not to renew it. He was never punished, and I imagine him blasting his rando music at someone else’s walls now.

6bubbles

We just moved to a new neighborhood and haven't really met anyone other than the two houses on either side of us. On our right is a great single dad with two high school-aged kids and a sweet freaking baseball diamond in his backyard.

To the right is the woman who calls the cops on them. Kids playing a game...cops. Kids outside doing nothing wrong, not even drinking on a Friday night...cops.

Car in front of her house..cops. We have lived there for four months now, and her house has been egged twice. She asked if ours has.

Talking to one of the kids, she had sliced a tire of a friend's car, so they retaliated. This is going to be an interesting life. We are trying to stay on her good side. Thankfully, we are quiet, so she probably won't hate us.

Jaci_D

I have a family that lives next to me. No idea how many people are actually living at the house, but I've met 4 of the children and the father briefly.

As far as I know, they also have a mother there who recently had a baby, and I've seen more than one toddler hanging about. I believe their grandma lives there, too.

Recently, they've had a few extra house guests, as we have seen the conservatory made up with extra beds. They are absolute slobs. Our houses are situated at the top of what used to be an old quarry but now have several hardware shops.

They bag up their rubbish and, instead of putting it in the bins at the front of the house, climb up the fence and throw it over (I have pictures, and it looks like years and years' worth thrown over).

Once, they tried to chuck an old duvet down there, and it got stuck in the tree. I've seen old closings thrown over, and I'm fairly sure food waste is going over there, too, since we had a cat briefly bringing in rats.

They have at least 4 of those large upright wheelie bins, three of which are down the gap between our houses and haven't moved in the two years I have lived there but are completely full.

The children I've actually met are filthy, lazy, and nosey (my husband and I can't even hang out in our garden without eyes peeking through the fence). They are just annoying. Can't even take in a parcel delivery without seeing their noses pressed against the window.

Privacy is such an issue that when we replaced our garden fences after a recent storm blew them down, we replaced them with even higher ones than before, and I've noticed their neighbors on the other side did the same.

RosieEmily

A guy who lived below me constantly complained about my music playing too loudly. He would leave notes under my door. I didn't even own a stereo.

My landlord took my side after the guy came upstairs and knocked on my side neighbor's door at 3 am to inform him he was snoring too loud.

Later, he was evicted because he called the landlord, saying he was locked inside his apartment. Yes, he was locked inside. When the landlord couldn't convince him to just unlock the door, he called a locksmith because the guy was losing it.

When the landlord got into the place, the walls had all been broken through, and pillows were stuffed inside them because the guy said he could hear everyone talking through the pipes.

tankgirl85

He went to my landlord to ask if he could 'borrow, for a short time' my parking space. I don't have a car; my neighbor has two and was 'working on selling' one.

My landlord asked me. I said sure, that's not a problem. It's been two years now. He's made no move towards selling his car.

He sits in it, in my parking space, next to my house, day-drinking lager until he's too drunk to walk home (2 doors down the street).

Whenever I need to access my bins at the far end of the parking space, he's a total jerk about it. He won't move his car, and it won't help.

Just sits, drinking, watching me try not to scratch his mobile man cave. Any time someone comes to visit me and parks across the back from him, he gives them a minute to get into my house and settle in.  

Then shows up at my door (still drunk), insisting they move their car because they're blocking him in. He can't drive anywhere, he's freaking wasted.

The most frustrating bit was when my landlord came to check in, and a drunk neighbor happened to be sober enough to have gone out for a drive.

Landlord parks in space. A drunk neighbor returns and immediately shows up at my door asking 'my friend' to move out of 'his space.'

The landlord appears and explains it's his car. Neighbour immediately backs down, smiling, grateful, 'Don't be daft, it's your parking space!'

shut-up-dana

I don't live next to this neighbor anymore, but my worst neighbors are "T" and his girlfriend. They were your typical bums/mooches that we made the mistake of being nice to and helping out a few times.

It was one of those "if you give a mouse a cookie" situations where they just kept asking for more if you did one nice thing.

For example, if we did something like let them use our phone, they would later knock on our door at 10 pm and ask for a ride to the liquor store. There was constant asking for rides, which I get it - everyone needs a lift sometimes, BUT this was ridiculous.

They would get mad if you asked for gas money or if you couldn't drop everything you were doing to give them a ride right then.

We put our foot down and stopped giving them rides after the time they asked for a ride to the grocery store and made us wait outside for OVER AN HOUR in a bad area of town while they did like a week's worth of shopping.

When we stopped giving rides, they had the nerve to ask if they could just borrow my car instead - first of all, no, second of all, neither one of them even had a license.

The entire time we lived there, it was pretty much a cycle of one of them asking for a small, reasonable favor (borrow a cup of laundry soap, use a cell phone), and then it would escalate to them asking for ridiculous things at ridiculous hours, we would refuse, they wouldn't talk to us for a couple weeks, repeat for two years.

OH, and they kept getting cats that they would let roam around the busy apartment complex and refuse to have them neutered because "they might want to be fathers someday."

Thankfully, a local group goes around trapping and fixing stray cats, so they kept disappearing and returning a few days later now neutered, lol.

Not_Really_A_Name

I live out in the boonies, and my husband recently decided to pick up the trash in the narrow strip of woods between our house and the neighbors.

Since the neighbors just throw their trash all over their yard, some of it gets blown our way. Well, some of the trash my husband cleaned up was too heavy to be blown by the wind, which means they're just dumping trash on our property.

Oh, they also like to burn trash like mattresses and easy chairs, which smell awesome. They even had a birthday party outside, where they burned mattresses in the fire pit.

apostasism

House share story. The guy in the neighboring room was in a complete loop. He'd play music loud at night, but if you played the music louder than low, then he'd complain that 'some of us have to be up early to work in the morning.'

I don't know who he was talking about because this didn't have a job... apart from his sporadic employment as a 'security consultant' (which was highly confidential).

Anyway, I live in Ireland, where guns are a no-no. Handguns especially. I heard he had a modified replica handgun (i.e., it could fire some kind of ammunition) that he'd been showing off to some people he knew.

One morning, I'm using the washing machine & I find this weird thing either in the machine drum or the rubber door seal groove.

It was a bullet. Never said a freaking thing. Dumped the bullet into a spare room & was out of the place within a fortnight.

The place was burgled some months afterward. When the police were talking with the one guy I've spoken to since from the house, who had reported the break-in (& lost the most, the usual electronics stuff), the look they gave him when he mentioned that this guy was one of the other tenants was apparently priceless.

WhatIsTheJohnDory

Not mine, but my grandparent's neighbor is the worst. She claims she's crazy, and she has the papers to prove it. She thinks it gives her a free pass to yell at everyone.

She also scratched the paint off the other neighbor's car and called the police, claiming the older residents took her parking spot (she once did that to her own son by mistake), buzzing the other resident's door after midnight and threatening everyone.

What's worse is she claims everyone's trying to hurt her, so this probably explains why she's doing all that. I absolutely hate the witch.

Wormri

Have this neighbor who found a crack in his foundation. Had to rip up most of his lawn to fill it in. It turns out there wasn't any space on his lawn for the dump truck with the gravel, so they drove up on our lawn and dumped it.

I probably would have let him if he asked, but he didn't. When we got mad at him for it, he said he would fix the tire tracks on our lawn. It's been six years, and he still hasn't, that rat bastard.

We thought he was just a jerk. It turns out his wife is too. Our dog got out of our yard, and she took it to the pound. We were the only ones with a big black lab around, plus her collar had tags on it with our name/ number.

Razorfrost55

My neighbors from two houses down the area are notorious jerks. They act like they are super friendly. Everyone hates them.

They've turned me in twice on perceived illegal construction. The first time, the housing inspector talked to my contractor friend after I received a notice from the city (I was out of town for several months remodeling my condo in Utah).

The inspector said my concrete pad was NOT illegal and that they must have trespassed on my property to look at it. The permitting department got all bent out of shape the second time when I started building a shed ahead of my building permit.

It is completely legal to build up to 3 sheds of 120 sq. ft. without permits. I hate them. I'm pretty sure they're the ones who called the cops on me for a party.

When the cops showed up at 10:30 PM, there was NO music playing, and about six people were standing outside talking. They said they would throw me in jail if they had to come back.

Darryl_Lict

When I was growing up, their kid would bully me like there was no tomorrow. Started when I was about two when she stole my favorite dinosaur ball and popped it.

There was this other time when I was invited over for a summer party, and she pushed me up against their shed and tossed a basketball at my head over and over.

It wasn't just their daughter, though. One time, they were backing their car out of their garage and ripped the passenger door off because it was left open.

They called the police and tried to blame my brother when he was about five or six. Saying that he must've snuck over to their house, gone into their garage, and opened the car door when they weren't looking.

A number of years later, they called the police on me because their inflatable snowman went missing from their front yard. At 10:30 at night, a state trooper was knocking on our door, and I had to wake my parents up to talk to him.

It turned out one of their foster kids broke it and buried it behind their house in the woods. I feel better, though, cause on my first and only mischief night, my buddy and I TP'd the heck out of their property, and Saran wrapped their mailbox and pissed all over the layers of wrap.

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My neighbors are dimwits. You know that one house on the street that's always making noise? They've been renovating since early 2012.

Part of their house nearest ours has no wall, just netting, and their house isn't insulated, so we can hear everything, including their kids, who don't seem to sleep and who like jumping repeatedly in place.

It's so loud you can hear them over heavy rain. Until recently, the kids regularly played on our (quite busy) street without moving when cars came along.

I've had to idle in the middle of the street multiple times when the kids wandered leisurely out in front of my car, doting parents smiling on without a care in the world.

One early New Year's Day, the kids repeatedly rang our doorbell at 8 am, screaming about some game they wanted us to play with them (we're in our early 20s and do not know them). The worst part of all is their dog, which barks repeatedly for hours when they go out.

salty_yogurt

Lived next door to this nice enough guy. We would mow pretty far into each other's shared part of the lawn and would trade different Fruits and Vegetables from our gardens.

I didn't go over to his place to watch TV and drink beer, but we had a fairly positive neighborly relationship. Then he got married. His wife hates me and my whole family. No idea why.

Together, they got progressively weirder. Got the cops called on me several times for things ranging from running my snow blower too early in the morning (7:00 AM) to the time they left their front door open and called the police because they thought I broke in.

Got to the point where I learned the names of most of the Police in my town. They put up a fence camera and tinted all the windows that face my house.

They threw rocks over the fence and would yell obscenities at me out a window if I was outside, and they saw me. I played super passive with them because I wanted nothing to do with this insanity.

I never retaliated or yelled back; I just ignored it, and that kept on making them crazier. I offered to sit down at one point and talk about the situation, and he told me to go screw myself. I moved to be closer to my job. Dude is still in the same house, being as crazy as ever from what I hear.

ThatCrossDresser

He would argue with his wife all the time, and it was always late at night, which sometimes would result in him storming out of his apartment and slamming the main door. See, I live in a duplex - the top half is mine, and there's the bottom where they lived.

Now, when he would slam the door, it would shake the whole house. Sitting off fireworks in the middle of the street, granted it was the 4th, it went on way too long, and seeing as there were houses and cars so close to where the fireworks were going off, cops were called a few times.

The day after, they decided to have friends over and hang out in the backyard and sit off more fireworks. The guy and I got into a yelling match, and he was going about how he was a marine and had all this money. I just laughed at him.

I had to talk to him a lot about how he needed to respect others...some of us get up in the morning, so trying to mow at 11 at night should be avoided...stupid crap like that.

I did find out he was bringing in other females when she wasn't around. The dude was always lying too, like he said he was gonna buy the place we were living in and kick us out, which was up for sale at the time, but he still found it.

So, yeah, total scumbag downstairs neighbor. After complaining to the landlord a few times, they talked to him, so what did he do? They moved out overnight and didn't bother to tell the landlord.

Fritz84

An upstairs neighbor who expected perfect silence at all hours in an apartment complex. I've had the cops called on me for watching movies on a Sunday afternoon at 2 pm.

We didn't have a sound system at the time we lived there, and there were still parts we had issues hearing.

Cops came and always sided with her because she was old and "disabled."

Eventually, we got so fed up with it that we transferred to a better apartment within the complex. Got word from other neighbors that she was still trying to call the cops on us for noise, only for the police to show up to an empty apartment.

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My upstairs neighbor is a pilot (or so we've heard), so I only really put up with this around 50% of the time because he's away a lot. He seems dead nice, but he is one strange dude.

For starters, the guy must have some kind of insomnia and wear lead slippers.

He clunks around at the most ridiculous times in the morning, waking me up multiple times between the hours of 3 and 4 am.

I even woke up to the sound of him shifting some crap around his room at this kind of time. And lastly, he plays the bongos. And, as we all know, there are more than 400 ways to hit a bongo, so he has to practice every night.

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