Please share funny/terrible neighbor stories

[Anonymous]

We lived in this one apartment complex that was filled with kooks. We had neighbors who lived above us that would often have WWF style wrestling matches at 2 in the morning where our celing shook, puked out of their balcony and into ours. We had a 55yr old obese woman below us who lived in a mumu, knew everyone's business, and was always trapping DH in the hallway to tell him all about her sexual adventures, and also asked if I was pregnant because she saw me by the pool the other day (I was underweight at that time). Also a meth-head attorney who came knocking on my door at 3am convinced there was some jet engine in our apartment that was keeping him up, when it was dead quiet, and tried to push his way through our door because he couldn't believe I couldn't hear the "jet engine".

[Anonymous]

Senate Square?

[Anonymous]

We lived in an area of a city that had a problem with owners chaining up dogs outdoors (too expensive For most residents to build fences)

The problem was so pervasive it became a major local issue!

Our neighbor was Avery nice, But Typical of the ‘hood, could not afford a fence. Indeed, he had started to construct one, but it was going slowly. Meanwhile this family owned a very barky dog that resembled a pit bull mix, like you often find at shelters. One night around midnight The dog was chained to a large tree out back (yes, NIGHT) and a furious thunderstorm blew through- they way they do in the south. I knew it was directly overhead because thunder and lightning occurred simultaneously with an ear splitting crack and brilliant flash. Loudest I’d ever heard. I thought about that poor dog, who was barking for a while but seeemed silenced by the big storm. I thought Maybe the neighbors had let him inside -

But early next morning I saw I was wrong. The dog lie there still chained to the tree. Lifeless. The tree had been hit directly and exploded!

The neighbor later explained that he had just opened the back door to get the dog when he saw the tree get struck.

And that’s my craziest neighbor sTory - though I do have some others-

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We lived in an area of a city that had a problem with owners chaining up dogs outdoors (too expensive For most residents to build fences)

The problem was so pervasive it became a major local issue!

Our neighbor was Avery nice, But Typical of the ‘hood, could not afford a fence. Indeed, he had started to construct one, but it was going slowly. Meanwhile this family owned a very barky dog that resembled a pit bull mix, like you often find at shelters. One night around midnight The dog was chained to a large tree out back (yes, NIGHT) and a furious thunderstorm blew through- they way they do in the south. I knew it was directly overhead because thunder and lightning occurred simultaneously with an ear splitting crack and brilliant flash. Loudest I’d ever heard. I thought about that poor dog, who was barking for a while but seeemed silenced by the big storm. I thought Maybe the neighbors had let him inside -

But early next morning I saw I was wrong. The dog lie there still chained to the tree. Lifeless. The tree had been hit directly and exploded!

The neighbor later explained that he had just opened the back door to get the dog when he saw the tree get struck.

And that’s my craziest neighbor sTory - though I do have some others-

Ugh, poor thing. How tragic.

[Anonymous]

There's a rental house across the street from me which is often rented to college-age kids. Couple of events: I was walking home from the grocery store one day and saw a blue mustang convertible (white top was up, it was winter) squeal into the driveway. A young woman gets up, goes on the porch, starts banging on the door. No answer so she rips the mailbox off the house and slams it to the porch floor. Then she goes to the driveway and kicks out the back windshield of the car that was already in the driveway, then leaves with her tires squealing. Guy comes out in his bathrobe, I call out and tell him I witnessed the whole thing if he needs a witness. He shrugs and says "it's my girlfriend, she's a hockey player".

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I had an upstairs neighbor who would run the roomba at midnight. On weekdays. I can't even tell you how angry it made me to be awakened out of a dead sleep by a roomba.

My upstairs neighbors are most likely mentally unwell. Here is a typical vacuuming schedule for them: 10:00 PM, start vacuuming for the day for approx 1 hr. 11:30 PM vacuuming again for about 30 minutes. 1:00 AM vacuuming again for an hour.

These people are constantly vacuuming, very late at night and multiple times a week.

Any chance they have a baby? We used to have to run the vacuum to soothe our infant – it was the only thing that would work.

[Anonymous]

This thread is solid gold.

Here’s mine… But I didn’t find out about this until decades later. The lady who used to live across the street from us was having an affair with our neighborhood mailman. And he’d give her my mom’s magazines... she (my mom) would get them a week late and looking like they’d already been thumbed through.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I had an upstairs neighbor who would run the roomba at midnight. On weekdays. I can't even tell you how angry it made me to be awakened out of a dead sleep by a roomba.

My upstairs neighbors are most likely mentally unwell. Here is a typical vacuuming schedule for them: 10:00 PM, start vacuuming for the day for approx 1 hr. 11:30 PM vacuuming again for about 30 minutes. 1:00 AM vacuuming again for an hour.

These people are constantly vacuuming, very late at night and multiple times a week.

Probably obsessive/compulsive, but could also be dementia. I have a neighbor with dementia who is obsessed with her leaf blower. Blows her entire patio multiple times a day.

[Anonymous]

This isn't a bad neighbors story. More of a "seasons of life" story.

We have lived in the same house for 30 years. When we first moved in, our neighbor was an old lady who worked in her yard for an hour or two every day, weather permitting. When I would talk to her, it seemed to me that she would start dropping polite hints that my yard was getting overgrown and needed attention. We had little kids and jobs and were super busy so I started avoiding her.

She finally moved in with one of her kids when she was in her mid 90's. I guess all that yard work kept her in good health.

Now, 30 years later, there is a young family living in her old house with little kids and jobs. I am an empty nester, been retired about a year, and COVID has me stuck at home all the time. So I am now the old lady out in the yard doing yard work for an hour or two a day while the young family living next door scurries along, living their busy lives.