People Share Stories About The Worst Neighbors They Ever Had

Unfortunately, at some point in your life, you’re going to get stuck living beside a very annoying person. You WILL get stuck with a messy or loud neighbor; or, you will land next to a woman with screaming kids, as one unlucky person did down below. There are also are people who live next to handsome men who use their good looks to their advantage and act like total snobs-another woman will recount this story, too!

Unless you move-and who really wants to go through that hassle?-or your neighbor finally leaves the neighborhood, there’s no escaping them. Especially if they’re… ghosts (*wink*, you’ll read more about this below, as well). So, you’ll be stuck with them for a couple of months, but maybe after reading these stories, you’ll find that your neighbor isn’t as bad as you made them out be.
That, or you’ll find out they’re just as bad or even worse. But at the end of the day, no matter how annoyed you are, you’ll have a funny story to tell, one that might even get shared in another article like this. You might get a crazy lady who breaks into your house to smear mud all over the place, or a creepy old guy that looks into your window-yes, these things actually happened-and it’ll suck at the moment, but a couple of years from now, you’ll have your friends laughing their butts off.

So, what do you say we get to those stories?
30. My neighbor threatened me with a knife if I didn’t stop “stomping” on the floor

“Lived above a guy in a really old fourplex and I guess the wood floors squeaked really loudly when I walked around.
It’s not like I was stomping around either but the dude would constantly come upstairs and bang on my door and yell at me to stop moving around. I felt badly for him in the beginning because he seemed genuinely frustrated but he didn’t seem to understand or believe that I wasn’t slamming my feet on my floor/his ceiling.

I called my landlord several times asking him if he had a solution. I couldn’t move 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 so that he wouldn’t be standing at my door yelling at me.
Finally I went downstairs one day and asked if we could talk about the situation because I felt like maybe if I looked him in the eye when he was calm and explained that I wasn’t doing it on purpose and that there was literally nothing more I could do (I had already bought areas rugs!) he would maybe understand.

So, I went downstairs and very nicely explained and he seemed to be listening. And then he said, ‘I’m about at the point that 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 was more or less being threatened and a month later the guy moved out. And then, as soon as I could, I did too. Super sh*tty situation.” ElleTheFox
29. When a neighbor who complains about noise wants help from something noisy…

“I had a neighbor that complained about noise all the time.

We had never had a complaint from neighbors on that property before, or on the other side. The first few times we tried to be nice, but when she started swearing at my wife for vacuuming at 2pm on a Saturday we realized there was nothing we could do to make them happy and just ignored them.
The next winter we got hit by a major snowstorm that dumped a massive amount of wet snow, froze it into solid ice, then another storm 2 days later covered it with more heavy snow. It was an absolute ***** to shovel.

A relative came over to help us dig out, and brought a backhoe.

Our driveway was done in 3 minutes. The neighbor had been shoveling for 2 hours and made almost no headway, so they went to my relative to ask him to help them out.

He said, ‘Are you the neighbor that complains about noise? I wouldn’t want to make any loud noises in your driveway.
Better for you to do it by hand,’ and then drove off.

It was glorious.” SomeDEGuy
28. My aunt’s neighbor tried to run over her dog

“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. Ya know, just being a good neighbor. And in turn, my aunt thanked him with a case of beer. Ya 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 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 prostitute and working at her house during the daycare hours. Probably the worst one though was when my aunt found a bit of her house and 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.” Schnozdog
27. My neighbor’s kid shot a bullet through my wall

“My next door neighbor kept pounding on the shared wall when I was ‘loud.’

A couple of months of that and then one day I come home to a shattered mirror in my room. I can’t figure out what happened and then I see a bullet. Look around and find a hole in my wall.

It looks like he shot a gun into my apartment.

I called the police.
They pulled him out of his apartment since they thought he might be a threat. When he saw me, he started screaming saying he was going to kill me. He thought I was pulling a prank on him. Didn’t help his case.
Come to find out his dip **** son fired the gun and didn’t tell anyone cause he thought it got stuck in the wall and didn’t want to get in trouble.

The next day I was in the apartment managers office telling them what happened and the guy had the balls to come in and complain to them that I called the police when I could have just asked him what happened.

They kicked his a*s out after two weeks, bypassing the 30-day eviction notice due to firing a gun in his residence. Had to see him in court one last time. He told me I was a ***** for calling the police.” ammobox
26. My neighbor is the WORST at parking… but he does it on purpose

“A neighbor across the street can’t park. His adjacent neighbor teaches piano from home, so parents are coming and going for a few hours in the afternoons. If anyone is parked on the curb between their houses (large enough for two cars, easy), he’ll go out of his way to back his car AS CLOSE TO THE BUMPER as possible.

Even if he obstructs his own driveway.

Puts a lot of work into it too. His Subaru B9 Tribeca doesn’t have a backup camera, so this pasty older man in a shirt and tie backs up, gets out, looks at the distance to the car, gets back in, backs up, gets out, checks the distance, gets back in, backs up, and on and on until he’s a hair from the other car.

I had to park near his house one while I worked on another car. He pulled this **** while I was staring at him. For minutes. Was just waiting for him to make contact.

Of course, his wife parked in front of my house all the time. He denies it. Now his wife’s car is permanently parked in front of their house. I’ve half a mind to report it and get it ticketed.” K24Z3
25. Let’s just say that my devil neighbor had eight demon kids…

“Back when I was living with my ex-husband like 5 years ago, our area had a decent cost of living and I was making good money, so we were in this super nice apartment complex. It was all recently remodeled, in a really convenient part of town, lots of amenities (huge pool, fitness center, free on-site laundry, private dog park, all kinds of stuff, it was great), and super quiet, all around great to live in.

We lived in the middle unit on our floor, so we had one unit to our left and one to our right.

One day I notice we’re getting new neighbors on our left! Being the friendly person I am, I whipped up some cookies-one batch of ‘normal’ chocolate chunk with salted caramel and one batch of gluten free/dairy free chocolate chip, just in case they have dietary restrictions. I bring them over in nice little boxes wrapped in ribbon, along with a card saying ‘welcome to the community, if you ever need anything reach out, etc etc.’ So, I go over and knock, and when the door opens I see this lady with, I’m not joking, like 8 ******* kids.

My stomach drops, I know this is gonna suck, but I’m hoping maybe they aren’t all hers, she’s babysitting or they’re having a play date or something. I introduce myself anyway, welcome her, all that, and ask, ‘So are all the little ones yours?’ She gives me an enthusiastic ‘Yes!’ and starts running me through all their names and ages, I zone out because I couldn’t care less, and then she asks how many I have. I tell her none, I’m childfree, and my husband and I love our pup enough to be satisfied with him. Her entire demeanor changes, she looks at me like I just ran over her mom, and she goes, ‘Well, that’s disappointing.

Haven’t you considered how selfish you’re being? Everyone needs a little baby. Who’s going to take care of you when you’re older? What are you even going to do with your life?’ I’m internally rolling my eyes severely, but I just tell her I’m focusing on my degree, and my career, that I’m in the human services/social work field because I want to dedicate my life to helping others, and my lifestyle just doesn’t include a child. She responds with more ******** about how the best way to help the world is to bring more babies into it, blah blah blah, I zone out harder.

At this point, I’m trying to get out of there and so I change the subject and give her the cookies. Before I can explain which is which, she rips open the wrapping and shoves one of the gluten/dairy free cookies in her mouth, chews for a second, and then SPITS IT OUT onto the ground next to where I’m standing. She looks at me all disgusted and is like, ‘What the **** are these? They’re ******* gross!’ I explained to her that they’re gluten/dairy free because I wasn’t sure if they had restrictions and that the other box has the regular cookies.

She rolls her eyes and shoves the first box back in my hands, opens the normal cookies and eats one, says ‘Yeah these are better, you really shouldn’t give people those other nasty things, they’re disgusting.’ (I took them back home after all this and several friends of mine tried them, I thought they were pretty good, and so did everyone else. They just weren’t exactly the same as a traditional cookie, not bad though!)
Her kids are now behind her, seeing that she has cookies, and as kids do, are now begging for them. Now, I made a dozen. Seems like a reasonable amount for any family, right? Even if they had four kids, they could each have two! But again, these people have eight.

At this point, I was kind of just over the interaction, gave her the card, and was about to go back into my apartment when she goes, ‘WAIT.’ I turn back around and look at her. She says, ‘You only brought 12? There’s 10 of us here. Me and my husband want to eat two cookies, so, what my kids only get one each?’ I’m internally rolling my eyes again but I say, ‘I’m sorry, but I had no idea you had so many kids when I made them.’

I try to leave again, and this time she grabs me by my shoulder and DEMANDS that I make them another batch, saying, ‘My kids deserve more than one cookie.

You don’t have kids, you don’t do **** all day. Just go make more, you don’t have anything else to do. You owe it to them.’ Her kids are still crying and begging in the background, and she points this out. ‘Look at them. Look how sad you’re making them. Does that feel good, making children cry? I flat out refuse and tell her that if I had known she was going to be so rude and ungrateful, I wouldn’t have bothered in the first place. I snatch the box of cookies from her hand and go back into my apartment.

I thought that would end it. I was wrong.
She then opens my door and starts to walk inside, yelling about how those are ‘her children’s cookies’ and that I should be ashamed of myself for ‘stealing from a child.’ I push her back out again, slam the door closed, and lock it. She then proceeds to pound on my door and scream at the top of her lungs, demanding not only the original box of cookies but several more batches, because I was ‘such a ****’ that her children and she deserved them. She went on like this for at least 25 minutes, before our landlord got involved-my building was right next to the leasing office, so I’m sure she heard the screaming pretty clearly.

She was told to leave me alone and under no circumstances was that level of noise or that kind of behavior acceptable.
That ended the craziness that day, but honestly, it was insufferable living next to her-there was constant screaming and crying and loud noise, at all hours, every single day. If I or any of our other neighbors complained, we were being ‘stuck up’ and ‘rude,’ because they’re ‘just kids.’ There were always gross bags full of dirty diapers sitting outside, right in between her door and mine. Again, my complaints were futile. Her kids were always playing on the stairs and the deck leading up to our apartments, making them a hazard because they were constantly underfoot whenever I’d leave/come home.

When I brought this up, I was told: ‘Kids are allowed to play wherever they want, and if they get hurt, it’s your fault!’ They also harassed my dog (a corgi puppy I’d trained as an ESA) every time I took him out, to the point where he developed anxiety towards going outside-thankfully I handled that pretty definitively, when on one occasion one of the little brats walked up and smacked my pup directly in the face and pulled on his ears. He yelped in pain and then growled and snapped, and I absolutely lost it. I screamed my head off at all of the kids, told them if they ever touched my dog or so much as came near him again, I’d have him eat them, and if that didn’t work, I’d call the dog police and have them all arrested (it’s silly, but they were young enough that it worked really well.)
All this nonsense went on for almost a year, with my landlord getting more and more fed up with the constant complaints, and her constantly using the ‘they’re just kids!’ defense, until it finally happened.

At some point, their destructive little monsters had somehow put a hole in the wall we shared. While I was waiting for maintenance to come to fix it, I noticed a ROACH scuttle out of the hole and into my apartment. I killed it immediately, but everyone knows if you see one roach, you have a ton. I put duct tape over the hole, and then went and POUNDED on their door.

When she answered, I just completely lost it on her. I screamed in her face about how disrespectful and nasty her and her family were, how I couldn’t believe she was okay with wallowing in her own filth like a pig in ****, and how she should have her entire little brood of screaming monsters taken from her for being so disgusting and revolting to the point of cultivating a roach infestation.

I seriously just let her have it for like a full 5 minutes straight, and when I was done I went back into my apartment, made sure my pup was kenneled, locked my door, and marched down to the office.
I guess in the time it took for me to kennel the pup and everything, she had called down and reported me for ‘harassing’ her, because my landlord asked what had happened. I filled her in on the situation, explaining about the roaches and their disgusting living conditions. She was furious. She inspected both of our apartments and pointed out that our lease includes a clause about maintaining sanitary conditions and avoiding infestations.

They ended up with a 30-day eviction notice, and they tried to guilt trip me, calling me a *****, asking how I felt making a family with young kids homeless, blah blah blah. I didn’t care at all. The day they moved their **** out and left was the happiest day of my life, tbh.” 1–800–hellno
24. My neighbors threw a football through my kid’s window-it was right beside his bed

“My next door neighbors are loud and destructive. They’re in their early 20s. I’m older, 42. My 9 y.o. son threw a baseball on his roof (the boyfriend- who is a nightshift worker) and jumped up and down on his roof shouting for joy when he found his ball and dropped the plastic ball he was carrying down his chimney.

I guess he was sleeping until that and not after…

He barreled out the door within 2 minutes and called my kid a son of a b***h. We laughed but 3 NIGHTS LATER they start hitting the wall with what I guess was a hammer. This is like 2 AM. My kid gets up and comes into my wife’s room saying the neighbors were going to hit him. My wife has me get up and take a listen. Sure enough, the girlfriend is shouting at ‘the b*tchboy’ as they call him.
FYI: this is a townhome. And while the woman bawls, someone (presumably the boyfriend) throws/kicks a football through our upstairs window where we are, Covering my boy’s bed in chunks of glass.

She (the woman on the other side of the wall) shrieks: ‘How do you like being disturbed b*tchboy?’

The next day we get a new window and they don’t come back until a week later when they THROW A ******* WOODEN ***** WITH NAILS IN IT into our reserved parking space. We told management but they didn’t get evicted for about a month. The eviction notice came when they URINATED IN MY GRILL I LEFT OUTSIDE. Oh, and they, for the last straw, stole close to $500,000 worth of baseball memorabilia, and carved ***** in a rare bat and left it.

Note: I still sold the d*ck bat for 50k, but it was originally worth like 300k.” MuellerandCo
23. The worst neighbor I ever had was a prostitute

“The worst neighbor I ever had was a prostitute

A very pretty, normal looking, ************, petite lady that was a prostitute.

I never noticed when she moved in because I never saw a truckload of furniture being brought into her apartment or anything like that so I met her one random day when she was pulling up in her red Toyota Camry. She was wearing heels, a very revealing top, and a short skirt. Her hair was short and curly, and her hips swayed as she walked into her apartment without even taking a glance at us. I looked at my husband and his mouth was halfway down to the floor. I am not the jealous type and I was in awe too, so I just closed his big mouth and moved on.

A few hours later that day, when the sun had gone down and the stars (or city lights) began to shine, we heard a knock on our door. Like always, I made my husband open and see who it was. It was a chunky male saying he was here for Tatiana. My husband looked confused, told him there was no Tatiana here and asked if he had the right apartment number. Turns out he was looking for little miss curly haired next door.

We thought nothing of it until the next night when 2 guys at separate times knocked on our door looking for the same Tatiana.

I wondered why so many different men were always looking for Tatiana.
This went on for a few days. Annoying knocks would disrupt our sleep, would make us pause our show, would make us shut up so they would think no one was home, and would make me scared. We became worried because we had a baby and we never knew if these men were going to do anything else or why this kept happening.

I finally went to the leasing office and the young leasing lady who I got along with very well, showed me an ad they had found online of very **** Tatiana posed in very provocative ways on a lonely sofa sitting in a living room that looked very familiar to our apartment homes.

Her ad stated what services she offered, the prices and address but no apartment number.

I gasped.

Finally, I realized why I never saw her move in furniture, all she needed was that sofa and the floor I guess, or maybe she had a mattress in her bedroom.

My neighbor was a prostitute and her clients were the ones knocking on my door. **** you, Tatiana”. Suly M. Rivera
22. Who should’ve turned out to my worst neighbor ended up being my best

I moved next door to a guy called Dave. He lived alone with his 4 rescue dogs. Dave was very welcoming. He knocked to my house the day we moved in and gave me a bottle of wine as a gift and introduced himself.

I liked Dave from that moment.

Dave had disabilities so had a disabled car speck outside of his house. The parking in that street was a nightmare and had a huge impact on our decision to move. I will get to why this is important soon.

There was an old couple called Mr. and Mrs. Love (how cute?.) Lovely old dears. They stopped to say hi one day whilst I was painting my front wall. Mrs. Love told me to be careful of Dave. Apparently, he was an awful man who complains and fights with all the neighbors. He would call the police for no good reason and he was cruel to his dogs.

Ok, wow!
The woman across the street told me he was a p***phile who took videos from his bedroom of kids playing. Another told me he called child protection on them for abusing their kids. He shot one neighbor’s cat with a pellet gun because it was in his garden, one of them said.

So, Dave was not a popular chap!

I’m not one for gossip but it’s hard not to be wary when all your neighbors are telling you that the antichrist is living next door.

When my dog had puppies, Dave gave me his number and told me to call him any time, day or night, if I needed help.

He was slightly deaf and didn’t always hear the doorbell.

Dave let me use the shared entry that was also his to store some things that I had no space for.

Dave fed my cat when I went away.

Dave never complained when my teenage son and his friends were rowdy.

Dave told me he was leaving his home to the Dogs Trust upon his death, in return for them to take his dogs and rehome them.
Dave looked after my dogs when I was going through something and wasn’t home a lot. He never pried. He just supported me by being there.

Dave cried when I gave him a Christmas card.

He never had one before from a neighbor.

Dave helped me move to my new house which wasn’t far away, by bringing bits around that I forgot when the movers came.

The parking spot was the reason that the neighbors started a witch hunt for Dave. They said he scammed the council and wasn’t really ill. Dave got something that they wanted. They didn’t like it. Dave had cancer by the way. Nobody cared to ask. It was easier to start a hate campaign. It took one neighbor to tell an exaggerated story and begin the snowball effect that had Dave labeled as a pariah.

I still see Dave.

The other neighbors, I walk past them if I see them around. All of them are the worst neighbors I ever had.

I hope the couple who moved into my house appreciate how lucky they are to have Dave next door.” Kelly Spartiatis
21. My neighbors broke every single rule of what it means to be a good neighbor

“I’ve been very blessed to have experienced only good neighbors for the majority of my life. Even when I lived briefly in a haunted house in St. Louis, the neighbors were very nice people.

The worst neighbors I’ve ever had moved into my neighborhood some years ago when I lived in a lovely 2 story house in a beautiful location.

The house was in a gated community with a very strong Homeowners Association (HOA) in a very nice part of north Dallas. The brick and stone houses were all on 1/2 acre lots. For the most part, they were impeccably maintained with manicured lawns. There was a lovely wild preserve close by with lots of trees and beautiful flowers.
I lived quietly and happily in the neighborhood for a number of years until one of the next door neighbors decided to retire and move to a small East Texas town. Instead of selling their home, they decided to rent it out in order to generate passive income.

Initially, the house renters were fine. They were quiet and were nearly invisible. After the first set of renters left, the next renters were truly the worst neighbors I’ve ever experienced. Someone didn’t do a very good job of vetting the new renters or they just didn’t care. The result of that lack of attention resulted in the arrival of very bad renters.

The second set of renters consisted of multiple families complete with a caravan of old, broken down cars. They showed up one day in a parade of old rusted out pickup trucks and proceeded to move into the beautiful single family brick residence.

It was hard to keep track of all the people coming and going, but at one point it appeared there were at least 12 adults (maybe as many as 15) living in a home which had originally been designed for a single family. An assortment of strange people was seen coming and going at all hours of the day and night. The house appeared to have a revolving door. In fact, at times the glass storm door was left hanging wide open. Sometimes the front door was also ajar. It was very strange compared to the very quiet demeanor of the rest of the neighborhood.

Unfortunately, if I opened my front door, it opened right out into a trailer overflowing with their junk. Sometimes there was so much junk in the trailer, which wasn’t secured, I wondered if they spewed junk all over the road as they pulled the trailer behind their SUV. They also had 4 other SUV sized vehicles which they parked end to end, leaving no room for several neighbors to park their cars. Heaven forbid if there had been any emergency need for first responder vehicles. They would have had to park a block away.

The neighbors had a 2 car garage and driveway in the back off the alley.

The garage was packed top to bottom with trash. When the garage doors were open it was like a scene from a hoarders reality TV show. I was amazed that they had packed as much stuff into the garage as they had. The first time I drove by and saw the garage doors open and the massive amount of stuff packed inside, I couldn’t look away.Two old cars were parked in the driveway in front of the garage on cement blocks. Eventually, they had dogs which barked nonstop. All day and all night.
They let all the beautiful grass in the front yard completely die and turn to dust.

It was the only house in the neighborhood with potholes of dirt in the front yard. Whatever grass managed to survive on the sides and in the back, grew to 4 feet high and was overgrown with weeds. Trash was strewn in the backyard. It was almost as if they didn’t want to throw trash in the cans, but would just open the back door and throw it out into the yard.

Eventually, an old broken down bright yellow panel truck was added to their fleet of vehicles and parked in the extended line behind the open trash-filled trailer. There were many days when they would move furniture in and out of the trailer and truck for hours.

I have no idea what they were doing but often wondered if they broke into homes and stole the furniture. Although they were a complete eyesore on the neighborhood, they didn’t try to engage with anyone on a personal level. A few times I did smile and wave at them, but they just ignored me or glared back.
I did my very best to ignore the happening next door as much as possible. It was none of my business what they were doing, as long as I didn’t see dead bodies or witness anything that seemed overtly criminal. As long as they left me alone, I was fine.

I strive not to be a busybody neighbor and try to live my own life, not minding the lives of others. I do try to love my neighbors and treat them with respect. These neighbors definitely tested my resolve. Unfortunately, their presence did a lot to degrade the property values in the neighborhood, which added to their unpopularity.
Many of the neighbors on my block complained constantly to the City because of parking, noise, weeds, high grass (around the dirt holes) and trash violations. They also complained to the Homeowners Association who levied fines and sent angry letters to the original homeowners.

After two long years, the bad renters left suddenly in the middle of the night. A huge pile of furniture, clothing, trash and assorted items was left stacked up outside their house in a mound by the street curb. The house was completely trashed to the point it had to be completely redone from top to bottom. The yard had to be completely landscaped and the privacy fence had to be replaced. It took multiple crews of workmen several months to completely repair all the major damage done to the house by the bad neighbors.

I often wondered if the amount of rent the homeowners received from the bad renters covered the extensive amount of money they had to spend to repair the house to make it inhabitable.

Luckily once the house was repaired, it was sold to a very nice, quiet family without loud barking dogs or trailers filled with trash. The bad neighbors did so much damage, the house was basically redone to almost brand new condition, which actually helped the neighborhood housing values. The neighborhood HOA also tightened their regulations for renting residences, although there was only so much they can do.

The moral to this story? Always pay close attention who you are renting your property to and respect your neighbors.” Karen Marie Shelton
20. My old neighbors left a dead, overdosed body on their couch

“I had some neighbors ten years or so ago who might win the prize here.

They were squatters in the abandoned building adjoining my duplex row home. They were a bit shady, but I live in a rather low-rent area in general, and since the house was abandoned for 20 years I’d had more than the average share of shady neighbors.

In any event, the one guy I knew by name knocked on my door one day and said they were leaving but they were going to lock the place up nice and tight so I wouldn’t have to worry about less reputable squatters moving in.

Nice, eh?
About three years go by and I get a knock on my door, and it’s a group of nice Quakerly non-violence activist types looking for a squat and to be polite they thought they should ask me if I’d mind.

They seemed pretty trustworthy and were working for good causes etc, so I promised I wouldn’t raise a stink if I heard them opening the place up. So early the next morning I heard them opening the back door and then banging around and moving furniture blockades and stuff inside the house.

Suddenly there were startled yelling sounds and footsteps running around and out the back door. I figured they’d seen a giant possum or something and just went back to sleep.

A bit later I hear a loud knocking on my door and find a half dozen cops running around outside.

Evidently, the squatters who had locked the place up three years earlier had left something behind: An overdosed body on their living-room couch… which was, after three years, no longer in very good condition.

I’d say those earlier squatters certainly qualified as the worst neighbors *I* ever had! LOL!” Michael J. McFadden
19. The truth is, I don’t know why my neighbor hated me

“In the forces, our houses were designed in such a way that the kitchen of adjacent houses was just 3 feet apart.

So apparently I could know what the other lady was cooking. Sometimes I could even smell the dishes being cooked. We would usually talk with each other while cooking. Share recipes with the other.

Then that family moved, and a new one came in.

We had spoken to them once or twice. One day I heard her cooking in the kitchen, I called out to her,

‘Hey! Hi! What are you doing?’

‘Cooking.

You do something else in the kitchen?’

‘Uhmm no. Haha. I smell biryani actually. So….

‘What? How? You can see that much?’

‘No. I just smelt…’

‘Can we talk later? I need to go.’

And just then, without a warning, she stormed off the kitchen, switching off the gas as well as the kitchen lights.

Next day I found she had closed the kitchen window. And a few days later they put up a fence between our houses. My husband says I intruded in her personal space. I love talking to people. But I think I need to know my audience first. We stayed beside them for over 6 months till we shifted.

She never spoke to me. I have no idea what triggered her against me.” Shefali Nadu
18. The neighbors gave it their all, but my dad never caved

“We were the only Asian family living in a Birmingham suburb in the 70’s. The neighbours were pretty bad. But the neighbours my poor father had to put up with were THE worst.

They would climb into his garden and bang on the glass kitchen door; they would set the dog barking every time he went outside. Once they called the police because they said they saw maggots and thought someone had died. The police broke down two sets of doors and my poor father was asleep inside.

They said they saw rats and my father had to prove that there were no rats.

They ordered pizzas to his house without paying. He was an upstanding, dignified, proud man. He paid for the pizzas and sent the guy next door.

They ordered taxis, gave his address, then ran off without paying, so his address got blacklisted. He didn’t drive and relied on the taxis to get to the hospital. He had to call round all the taxi firms to explain what happened.
They complained about his 70ft back garden to the council.

The wretched, understaffed people at Birmingham City Council ordered him to clear it without offering any help to a vulnerable, elderly man.

My 80-year -old father (and us) worked solidly in the garden, clearing it until it was all done. I believe that is why he had a stroke. They used to stand over the fence and watch us doing it.

It was a woman, her 5 boys and 1 disabled girl and 1 hairdresser girl I think. I think the father was in prison.

When my father died, they put letters through the door saying they wanted to buy the house.

My one father was worth so many more times what they are and he is dead and they are still living there.” Anila Syed
17. My neighbor turned my backyard into a mud pool

“I had this couple that were renting the house next door to me.

They seemed nice enough at first. For some reason, my puppy did not like the wife. Every time she was talking out in her backyard, my pup would start barking and flipping out. I also noticed that trash seemed to be finding its way into my yard as well. One day I came home from work; and there was mud tracked all through my kitchen, smeared on my sliding glass window and my yard looks like mud soup. My dog was soaking wet, he looked like he was wearing boots made of mud. It hadn’t rained and it didn’t look like my yard was still flooding.

I went out to inspect my poor yard and realized the water was coming from the neighbors.
I went next door and saw the husband walking out of the garage. I stopped him and asked if they had a busted pipe. He looked at me like I had 2 heads, so I told him about my yard. Then he says his wife had wanted to wash the patio but he’s not sure about how much water she used. We are in California, nobody should be using that much water to wash a patio! I was so irritated, I had to go take care of my dog and clean my kitchen.

About a week or 2 after, I was home when my dog runs out back barking. I go to bring him inside, but I stop and watch as the wife is tossing her yard garbage over the fence into my yard. I took a video of this, for a while now I had been telling people this lady was crazy and here was proof. Then I gathered it all into a bag and went next door. When the wife answered it, I dumped it on her porch.

‘I believe you dropped this,’ then I went home.” Stephanie Johnson
16. Someone made noise in the complex, so the neighbors above me reported everyone because they didn’t know who it was

“My upstairs neighbor in an apt complex I used to live in.

I didn’t know them. Never ever saw them and didn’t even know if there were more than one or if they were male or female. How can they have been the worst? Let me tell you.

I came home one day to a note on my front door from management saying it was the third notice for noise complaints. I was under some sort of probation now. This was completely new to me. I went to the office and asked about the complaints and was told that I had been repeatedly warned and why was I in the office about it. I told them that the paper I had was the first I had heard about any complaints.

I was told if I had gotten that one then I had obviously gotten all the others as well. Then they said to just keep it down and there wouldn’t be any more problems. I suspected the person complaining had taken the previous notes from my door for some reason.

Now, I was too poor to party, never had friends over and didn’t have a TV. The only noise I ever made was playing the radio while I cleaned. Even then I was conscious of my neighbors so it was never too loud.
I was barely making enough for the apt. There was no way I could come up with enough for a down payment on another if I were to get kicked out.

First, I went upstairs and knocked on their door. Fully prepared to have an adult conversation with them about what it was that was happening. The tv was on but they wouldn’t open the door to talk. I had literally nowhere else to go and it was clear this person just wanted to complain, so I decided I would be as quiet as possible. I stopped listening to music, walked softer, made sure to put my dishes away quietly and generally was quiet as I could be.
A week or so later I find another notice, it’s balled up next to the stairwell.

I only picked it up because I thought it was trash. Someone had taken it off my door again.

I went back to the office frustrated out of my mind. I showed them the balled up notice. Told them that I couldn’t be any quieter. Said I had tried approaching the neighbor to resolve whatever was going on and I couldn’t do anymore.

The manager listened to me then said this person had started complaining about other neighbors also and she didn’t think this person even knew what neighbors were being noisy so they just started reporting everyone.” Star Fouse
15. My neighbors made too much noise at night, turns out…they didn’t even exist 

“I lived on the first floor of an apartment.

It’s low rise-and low density-so part of the allure is not having a bunch of people to bump into when you get in and out of your home.

For the first year, it was bliss. Not a lot of people lived on my block and noise, other than the occasional child running on their way to the pool, was more than manageable. Then, I had a bunch of noisy neighbors who moved in upstairs. Now, these guys were next level annoying. They don’t usually make their noises in the morning, but usually past midnight. Just when I had put my baby daughter to sleep.

Being a tolerant neighbor, my wife and I kept it to ourselves. But sometimes, the noise became unbearable. Tables being moved, kids running around (at 3 am, I mean who does that!?), loud, stomping feet. Completely fair at 3 pm but not at the ungodly hour of 3 am.
One day, after an exhaustive night of tables moving, kids running and feet stomping, I decided to knock on their door. I hustled upstairs around 10 am and was surprised by what I found.

The house was completely empty. And it seemed as though it’s been that way for a while (you could tell by the amount of dust that accumulated on the floor, door handles, etc).

My hairs stood on end. Not wanting to believe that it was supernatural, I walked over to our building manager and asked if my neighbors had recently moved out. He had a puzzled look on his face. He asked me to reconfirm the unit, to which he replied: ‘No one’s moved into that unit. Not for the past year or two at least.’

That was the moment I realized that I had poltergeists-nay-noisy, annoying poltergeists as neighbors.

I moved out 6 months later.” Adlin Yusman
14. My neighbors complained about literally every. little. thing.

“Before we were married and bought our first house we were quite young (early 20’s) and obviously massively excited.

It was a new build on a new estate. Quite a small two-bed house. Not that we cared. It was ours.

We had neighbors either side of us and we wanted to be friendly and polite without being intrusive. One side was a young couple like ourselves and they were lovely. We got on really well with them.

On the other side there was a couple in the late 30’s. The first time I met him, we drove our cars on to the drive at the same time. He looked over at me, shook his head and ignored me when I said hello.

I was surprised but thought he might be hard of hearing or tired.
A few days later I was watering our garden (feeling like a proper adult taking care of our grass) when I heard an angry voice shouting. I didn’t take much notice at first thinking it could be anyone nearby until I heard, ‘OI, IM TALKING TO YOU, YOU IGNORANT ****.’ I looked up to see him at his bedroom window with a face like thunder looking straight at me. I said, ‘SORRY, WHAT?’ He said, ‘KEEP THAT ******* WATER AWAY FROM MY ******* FENCE.’ I was absolutely stunned and had no idea what to say so chose to ignore him.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t upset me at that age but I didn’t want to make a scene.

We didn’t see them for a while, owing to work patterns, but when we saw them next we were coming out of the front door as they were going in. She wouldn’t even look at us to the extent she kept her face turned right away from us and he looked at us, made a point of looking us up and down, and made a sort of grimace with his mouth. They then walked inside.

We were both genuinely surprised and upset.

We try to keep to ourselves but we are always polite and had no idea why they would be like this.
I spoke to the nice neighbors about it a few days later and he said that they weren’t nice to them either but would stand outside our house and make disparaging comments about us because I rode a motorbike and we used to go out on it.

At this point I thought to sod it and that I was just going to ignore them or treat them with the same kind of contempt.

A few days later, I forget how long it was, we were watching television in our living room.

There was a really heavy banging on the front door which really shocked us. I went to see who it was only to see him standing there with a face like thunder. The moment I opened the door he screamed at the top of his lungs, ‘TURN YOUR ******* TELEVISION DOWN, THIS ISN’T THE ******* GHETTO IS IT.’ (I promise you it wasn’t loud and the walls are not paper thin)

So I slammed the door in his face and went back inside. He stayed there banging on the door for a few minutes. We were very very tempted to actually turn the volume up but weren’t children so didn’t bother.

The routine of both of them making great strides to try and upset us continued with the snide comments when we passed where they would actually wait for us to get out of the car, banging on the walls at all hours, telling our postman that we didn’t want our mail (he wasn’t a moron so ignored it and told us) and even trying to order lots of junk mail to our address (which was really useful. We had pet rats so it was free bedding). After about a year, the humor had gone and both my friendly neighbor and I went to have a final showdown where we explained how sick and tired we were of it all.

We knocked on the door to which we saw him open his lounge door then close it. We knocked again and waited.
About ten minutes later (we were being persistent) two police cars hurtled into the road preceding several burly coppers jumping out and ordering us in the floor. Having never been in trouble with the police (well…not reeeeeeal trouble..), we were both stunned into submission. It took the police all of thirty seconds to realize that the call about two men waving machetes at the front door was a…lets go with fabrication….as in fabricating the f&@k out of it. They went to let the couple know their feelings in the matter.

We had both gone to my house and were shortly joined by the police who sat with us and explained that this couple was in direct fear of their lives because of the constant threatening we were apparently doing. Thankfully they were switched on and realized it was all rubbish, especially after speaking to other neighbors who pointed out they had all had meetings with the couple who wanted to hound us out of our house because we were riff-raff and not up to the level of the area with my loud motorbike.
They all said they were prepared to give statements to the police about it which I found very touching knowing very few of them even by sight and we made an official complaint of harassment.

Within TWO WEEKS their house went on the market. Within another month they had gone. When the new neighbors arrived they were quite nervous of us having heard how awful we were.

It’s quite funny looking back at it now. It’s not something I have really thought about since however in hindsight I can see that it really left us very low and sapped a lot of our energy no matter how much we tried to be the bigger people. I know nowadays I would have dealt with it a lot quicker and nipped it in the bud almost immediately but at the time we just didn’t want to be seen as anything other than nice people.

I have absolutely no idea why they acted like it. They were both smart, professional adults and for them to act like complete a%shats seemed to be at odds to the way they presented themselves. Oh well. Live and learn…” Scott Pritchard
13. Illegal childcare and police shootouts, that was my neighborhood

“Gee, I’m trying to decide. Probably the one who poisoned my cat when I was four, right before we moved to the house I actually remember growing up in. Don’t remember the cat, the house, or the neighbor. He was a wonderful cat who adored me and the feeling was mutual, I’m told.

There is also the neighbor who screamed all night every night at who knows who or what when I lived just off downtown in my late teens. She was known as Crazy Marjorie by the entire neighborhood. She was actually very nice when she wasn’t screaming the night away. She took in stray cats who apparently didn’t mind her screaming. She was still there when we eventually moved out because the house we were renting had been sold.
When I moved into one half of a duplex in a long street of quads of duplexes facing each other, everything seemed okay. The people caddy-corner to me turned out to have three children and a meth lab that was raided my first night in my new home.

There were used needles all over the yard in the morning, too. The people in the other half of the duplex ran an illegal childcare, used the storage I should have had in the back as well as their own, were so dirty my cat ate their rodents, constantly parked their truck on my part of the lawn, leaving ruts all over it, constantly blocked my car in when I needed to get to work or out when I wanted to get into my house. Some unknown person used to call the city on me for the truck. I told the city guy it wasn’t my truck and he was welcome to make my neighbor stop parking it there.

There was a house across the street where they obviously sold *****, cars kept going by it at all hours of the night very slowly, and someone threw a Molotov cocktail at the front door once.

Oh, and there was that neighbor a few duplexes behind me who one night decided to start a police shootout right before I tried to leave for work. Nobody ended up dead, but I never got to work that night, and my cell phone was in my car because a guy stopped me after I went back to my apartment to pick up something I’d forgotten.

I spent most of the evening trying to call work. I worked at a call center and the number was in my cell phone, not my brain, the 800 number got someone in another state, and I just about went insane, but the people who let me use their phone were very nice.

I have long since moved into a much nicer neighborhood. Here all I’ve got is a jerk who leaves notes about my lawn and keeps dumping my trash bins over. When my cat disappeared I got a lot of help trying to find him. Mostly, this neighborhood is wonderful.

That one neighbor really ticks me off, though.” Amy Miller
12. My artistic neighbor invites her clients to go ahead and use my parking spot

“I’ve been pretty lucky with neighbors at home except for one who cut down my lilac tree (she has problems but I don’t live there anymore so she’s someone else’s problem now).

My upstairs neighbor at work is another matter. Let me just say that when my mother, sisters and I moved into an apartment at some point, Mom told us to walk softly. We learned how to walk softly so as not to disturb other occupants in the building.

The woman upstairs from my shop probably had no such mother. She walks as loudly as humanly possible, drags furniture around 24/7 (it’s a historic building and I’d hate to see what the floors up there look like now), drops heavy objects that sound like weights in a gym, prompting my customers to ask ‘Is there a gym upstairs?’ ‘Um, no, it’s an ‘art studio.”
She screams at the top of her lungs, swears like a sailor, lets her sink overflow down into my shop, and even spilled an entire can of brown paint which dribbled down through the floorboards onto my freshly painted wall, causing a mystery for a while about where this brown substance had come from.

(She denied it…the building maintenance guy practically had to shove her nose into it. She had painted her door and spilled the whole can. Um, the paint matches your door. Then she sent her then-assistant down to apologize).

She parks in my parking spaces (I have space for two cars in one long parking space), she tells her clients to park there, blocking my car in, but I’ve learned to just park so that I take up both spaces. So now she parks in someone’s space that doesn’t even belong to our building.
She also decided at some point to block my display windows with her ‘art’ (a tacky mannequin and some plants that are ‘decorated’).

I moved them back in front of her door, and she moved them in front of someone else’s window. Now we all have our own outside displays so that she doesn’t appropriate the space.

She LOVES to rescue dogs and talks to them like they are the only beings on earth who understand her. I’d attribute it to “artistic temperament,” but I’ve really never known an artist who has success with this kind of attitude. Usually, it’s either/or, artistic, or temperament. LOL.

There are some talented artists who show in her gallery. I guess we need an alternative gallery space in town so they don’t have to be affiliated with her.” B Rezvan
11. We used a brick to hold down the trash lid, and our neighbor thought it okay to steal it right in front of me

I live in a neighborhood where neighbors usually keep to themselves, unfortunately.

When my family and I moved into our new house a few months ago, we had absolutely no idea who lived around us. However, the neighborhood itself was incredibly high class and the average house in my residential area sells for no less than around 5.5 million, and usually more. Everyone was highly educated and had good jobs, such as CEO’s, lawyers, doctors, etc, etc. The ones I had come across are also extremely charitable, gracious, and have strong morals.

My new neighbors fit none of those descriptors. Although they haven’t done anything as bad as murder or theft or anything, they have one of the worst qualities that one can have: selfishness.

During our first week of moving into our new home, my brother was sick so I helped him do his chore of taking out the garbage in the morning. Because of the high elevation of the location, there is plenty of wildlife around, including raccoons, bears, crows, and small rodents. The lid of our garbage bin doesn’t snap on and can be blown off by a gust of wind or a nudge from a bird, therefore allowing the animals to climb in and strew the garbage on the road. Back at my previous house, we had a large brick that we placed on the top of the garbage bin so it would be difficult for the lid to come off.

The brick moved with us from house to house, and we had a special fondness for it as it was proven very effective at preventing animals from accessing the garbage. The garbage man even recognizes the brick and people always have a good laugh over it. That morning, I was sure to place the brick on the lid of the garbage bin as I left for school. I saw my new neighbor (for the first time!) take out her garbage as well when I was just about to leave. I started to smile at her and call out ‘good morning’ when she abruptly turned her back on me and left.

As I walked home from where the bus dropped me off, I saw that two weeks worth of our garbage had been strewn all over the ground and picked at by crows. I called my dad out of the house as we cleaned up the mess. He asked me if I had put the brick on and I ***ured him that I did, so we forgot about what happened and wheeled the garbage back inside. We couldn’t find the brick and just ***umed that it got blown into the middle of the road and got picked up so no one would run over it.

However, as I walked home from school the following week on garbage day, I saw the familiar grey brick again. This time, our brick was sitting on top of my neighbor’s trash can! As the trash didn’t get picked up yet, I simply removed the brick from on top of my neighbor’s trash can and put it back on top of our garbage can.
I didn’t want to blame my neighbors for taking the brick straight from our garbage, so I thought that they might have taken it from the ground from when our garbage bin got ‘knocked over’ by an animal last week.

Even though I knew that my neighbor I saw last week definitely saw me put the brick on my garbage bin that day, I figured it might have been from a different family member or something who placed the brick on their garbage bin. That same afternoon, I coincidentally peered out the window and saw the same woman from last week pick up the brick on our garbage bin and walked back to her house with the brick…and placed the brick on her garbage bin!!! She was a fully grown adult with kids, heaps of money, and probably a university education-and she was petty enough to take my cheap *** one dollar brick.

And here’s the real kicker:
Because the residential area is on a mountain, houses are sitting on a slope. You’d need to go up either a driveway that curved upwards or downwards to get to your house, depending on what side of the street you’d live on. Because of this, there is always an extra parking spot at the bottom of the driveway due to the curve. People usually leave the spot empty as they prefer to park in their garage. However, because my neighbor didn’t park their car in their empty spot either, they covered their parking spot with bricks and rocks so no one else can park there also.

Even if they took out a brick from their parking area, it would still be virtually impossible to park a car there. I still don’t get why she took our brick.

This was only one of the many things that they did, but I think you get the gist of it. Safe to say that I was (and still am) incredibly glad that we were never socialized or affiliated ourselves with them. And probably never will (and by probably, I mean definitely).” [deleted]
10. My handsome neighbor would run the community like he was a king

“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.” Elizabeth Dixon
9. They made too much noise, so one day I decided I would do the same

“I doubt that this is the worst, but it’s the first that comes to mind. When I was a single mom with 3 kids, of necessity, we lived in a really crappy apartment in a seriously crappy complex.

At the time, it was all I could afford. I worked two jobs, my kids were in school all day. In other words, our apartment was quiet all day long, 5 days a week. at least.

The people who lived downstairs from us did not work. They slept all day and partied all night. Eventually, we learned to sort of sleep through the screamingly loud music and other party noise; the cars coming and going, beeping their hellos and goodbyes, front door constantly opening and slamming shut, laughter, yelling and as the night went by, screaming arguments and fights in the parking lot.

Every morning we went out and picked up the bottles and cans, cigarette and joint butts, used condoms and worse left in front of our apartment.

Other than a few attempts at requesting that they ‘keep it down’ which was utterly ignored and a couple of calls in the middle of the night to the police with the same request which was also ignored, we realized that resistance was futile and we stopped complaining about it.
After about a year, I inherited a piano from my grandmother. An ugly old upright with the most beautiful sound and a fabulous touch. I was a classically trained pianist but at that point in my life I could barely afford my rent, a piano was out of the question so this was a huge deal to me.

Once it was moved into the apartment I couldn’t wait to play, my fingers twitched with eagerness. The instant the movers left, I sat down and Hayden sonatas just poured out of me. About 15 minutes in, there is a banging on the floor. Entranced with what I was doing, I ignored it. More banging on the floor. Over and over. One of the kids brought it to my attention. Laughing, I said that at that moment, I just didn’t care. They laughed with me and I played on.
After about 30 minutes, the doorbell rang. One of the kids answered the door then called for me.

I went to the door. It was the husband of the downstairs neighbors and he is seething with anger, didn’t I realize that they were trying to sleep? On and on he went about how rude and inconsiderate I was. I said nothing. He ranted and raved threatened and swore. I still said nothing. He finished with this sentence, ‘we wouldn’t mind so much if it was good music.’

Whereupon, I closed the door. Latched it and turned the key, went back to my piano and resumed. This time, Rachmaninov.” Sam Humphreys
8. The neighbor’s kids only have one volume-scream

“It starts every spring. The neighbor’s kids only have one speech volume, which is a scream.

It sounds like children are being murdered 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 then it’s my fault. I have a narrow driveway and last summer the one got his bike wedged between my house and my car’s passenger door and seriously scratched 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 **** those kids.” hayderalinaqvi03
7. The old man who lived next to us would bluntly stare into our home with binoculars

“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.

And then there’s that other time my neighbor tried to kidnap me by trying to lure me into his car asking me Harry Potter stuff, and he went to jail.” Reddit User
6. My neighbor was a passive aggressive genius

“It all started when our new neighbor put up a fence that extended too far, which forced pedestrians to walk on the street rather than the sidewalk. My dad said something to him and of course, the guy didn’t listen. My dad then contacted the city-this is when it all began. Over the next year, the neighbor got his revenge: first, he placed multiple spotlights outside his house, which went on at 8 pm and lit up our bedrooms.

Next, he placed a school bell on the back of his house and connected it to his telephone. Every time his telephone rang, it rang. Finally, there was a garage that he technically owned, but it was connected to our house, too. When he discovered we were trying to sell our house, he painted the garage neon pink, with neon green stripes. He must have known what he was doing because he now owns 16 of 20 properties that were on our old block. He may have been some passive-aggressive genius.” Reddit User
5. My neighbor broke into my house and tried to steal my tv-now he’s in jail

“My wife and I purchased our first house about three years ago.

While moving in, there were my new neighbors drinking on their front porch, 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, 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, tell him I’m just running to the gas station one block away and will be back immediately. Twenty minutes later I get a phone call from the local police; this moron broke into my house in broad daylight with three other neighbors watching.

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 U.S. penal system. After everything settled down I spoke with the neighbor who alerted the police. I thanked her, she immediately started laughing, then apologized for laughing about the situation. Then gave me the story through her eyes. She said: ‘I heard a really loud bang followed by glass shattering, which was odd so I stayed on my front porch for a few extra minutes. About five minutes after hearing glass shatter I see Daniel leaving your house, TV under one arm, ps4 under the other arm.

All while trying to simultaneously hold his pants up and run down the street.'” Ryanh1985
4. My grandma’s neighbors used her trashcan, so one day, my husband dumped it in their yards

“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 3 times of him dumping their trash into their yard and driveway or overfilling their can so it isn’t collected, that they finally stopped using grandma’s trash can.”  *****************
3. A story with a plot twist

Sometimes, as neighbors, we make mistakes. We’ll bang back on the wall when we think the neighbors banged, but it turns out it was actually just your sister tripping. Or you’ll turn up your music louder to avoid your next-door neighbor when the loud music annoying you is actually coming from the corner. This, however, tops it all, and it’s kind of embarrassing.

“Neighbor called the police on my barking dog.

Police came. It was her dog.” bobfootm
2. I woke to my neighbor standing beside me, a power drill in one hand, a dead dog in the other

“I’ve written about my crazy neighbor before. I have since moved. Quick recap: Nut job who broke into my room in the middle of the night and stood next to my bed with a power drill as I woke up. She carried her dead dog in a see-through plastic bag. Stuck a pencil up said dogs a*s to get the attention of my handsome friend. And so much more. She is now in jail waiting for trial after attacking the new tenant with a power drill.” Sweetdish
1. The neighbor’s kid, who always wore a hat, used our trampoline without permission-our dog liked hats

“When I was younger we had a trampoline in our backyard and more than a few times my mom would catch the neighbor’s kid jumping on it.

My mom would politely tell him that he can not jump on it if no one was there for supervision and to come to ask her if they wanted to beforehand. The little *** would scream ‘BUT MY DAD TOLD ME IT WAS OKAY!’

When my dog was a puppy she had a thing for hats, she would always jump on people who had one on and try and steal it…This kid ALWAYS wore a hat. So, the next time he was in my backyard we released the canine and within mere seconds my dog tackled him to the ground and the kid’s hat was gone.

After he composed himself he went running away back over to their side of the fence with streams of tears running down his face. Never happened again after that and the more I think about it the more I think their parents let him do that just in case they could find a reason to sue us. This was about 12 years ago so my memory about the family is a little foggy but from what I remember they were the type that drink all day and have nude photos up in their garage.” ratchet556
Weren’t these stories absolutely crazy? Between living under a family of ghosts, finding a dead body next door, and a child shooting a gun through a wall, it’s all just too much for anyone to handle.

We hope that your neighbors are not nearly as terrible as these ones! But if they are, let us know in the comments who your worst neighbor was and the craziest thing they did! We would love to hear your story.