Neighbors from Hell

[Anonymous]

Anyone have neighbors from hell? I often hear stories, but we have moved often and have been very fortunate! I am curious about any stories you may be familiar with.

[Anonymous]

I had neighbors from hell. They were originally from Yemen, with incredibly loud kids, who loved to play in the halls (we lived in an apartment building). Worst than that, they would bounce balls off the walls and wake up my kid. They were also terrified of dogs and we had too super friendly dogs. The entire family would run down the hall screaming that the devils were chasing them. When they finally moved out, the property managers were very pissed because they left such a pig sty that the the management company had to redo all the floors, kitchen cabinets, not to mention a bathroom with peeling tiles.

[Anonymous]

I'm pretty oblivious, so it took me a while to realize my neighbors were from hell. Loud noises? I tuned them out for months, put on ear phones, turn on the TV, etc. This went on for months, until one day I overheard a brutally abusive tirade directed by husband to wife. Started paying attention and heard some unbelievably bad tirades. He yelled at her, she tried to placate him. Contacted my RA (I live in grad housing) to ask what number to call if things became dangerous for the wife, and she insisted all would go well if I gave them enough info so that the RA could do a "wellness visit."

So I did. My neighbors are in the end unit, so I was worried since they'd know who'd reported them. Not to worry, the RA said, there won't be any repercussions. Well, a couple weeks later, my neighbor decided to practice his peeping tom skills through my window at night. He scurried into his apartment, giggling a chemically induced high-pitched giggle, when I caught him. I've reinforced my window coverings, but am bracing myself for more retaliation coming my way.

And the tirades against his wife haven't stopped, of course. They're recently married, but the tirades are bad enough that if they haven't already turned physical, they will.

[Anonymous]

When I was 23 I moved into a 3 bedroom apt with a girlfriend and a guy friend. The apt was part of a large condo building in the Back Bay area of Boston and our neighbor owned the corner apt next to us (well his parents did) and he was a 32 year old spoiled brat who wanted his parents to buy the condo we were renting so he could expand his. I say brat because he did not work and turned out to be crazy. Anyway, the girl that I lived with is quite attractive, 5'4'' and about 100 pounds. Within a week of moving in, the neighbor took an interest towards her and when she told him she had a boyfriend, he became crazy. He would harass us, scream at us when we entered our apt, called the cops on us if we ever made noise (the cops had to show up and on more than one occasion told us they thought he was mentally unstable and to be careful).
It got to the point where we'd clutch our keys in our hand to try to make as little noise as possible because if he heard one of us enter our door, he'd come out screaming and try to prevent us from entering our apt. Keep in mind he would scream about how he hated us, we were racists, we hated him because he was Indian and we said racist comments to him (not true, and a cop once laughed at the claim when he met my friend's boyfriend, who is in fact, Indian). It got to the point that we'd met with the condo board multiple times and were starting to contact lawyers because they refused to do anything, and wouldn't even put a camera by our door so we could prove what was going on.
This went on for about 6 months, and then one night he drunkenly ran after my roommate in the streets, threatening that he was going to kill her and he wished she was dead. His friend had to hold him back to keep him from attacking her. Of course, as soon as we got up to the apt, we called the cops. Luckily, I had a friend of a family friend who was a detective in our precinct and he pushed to file criminal charges against him. A mutual restraining order was taken out and after charges were pressed, his parents found out and pulled him out of the condo. We had also sent a cease and desist letter to him as well as his parents since they owned the condo he was living in. He had moved out by the time we had to go to court to pursue the charges. In the end, he moved to NYC and the judge pretty much said if he ever set foot in that condo building again, he would be arrested.

Three years later, DH and I are talking about buying but I'm so scared that a situation like this will happen again and we'll be stuck because we own.

[Anonymous]

We moved into a top floor apartment and within the week figured out that the woman in the apartment below us was abusing her daughter--we heard screaming and figured it was adults fighting, but, after a few days we pressed our ears to the floor in the kitchen and realized it was a mom and little girl.

We called the police.

The next day, my husband came home from work...to be thanked by the mom's father. Turns out the woman was mentally ill and had gone off her meds and kidnapped her kid (her parents had custody) and had somehow managed to hide out in the apartment below us for months.

[Anonymous]

When I lived in Mt. Pleasant back in the 90s, my roommate and I had gay neighbors next door. No problem with that in and of itself, but one partner was abusive. Given what we heard (through the wall) and saw (in the form of the abused partner lying on the stairs all bloody), we probably should have called the police. My bedroom wall was adjoining theirs and I had to wear earplugs every night. "Go wash your ass, and this time use soap!" was one of the milder rants. Like I said, we probably should have called the police, but we were scared of the mean partner as well. "You bitches need to move your white asses to Georgetown" was one of the things he hurled at us. No problem, sir. Dealing with that, and then a mouse invasion, was enough to get us out of there. And yes, I did indeed move my white ass to Georgetown. Still here.

[Anonymous]

We lived in a rowhouse, and the neighbor next door was OCD crazy. She would remove every single leaf from her property and throw it away. All the colored pebbles had to be with the like colors in the pathways of her garden. Sh would yell at us if our trees would drop leaves onto her property, or if anyone kicked the pebbles out of their places.

We also knew she vacuumed six and seven times per day--we could hear it through the shared wall. Worst of all, she would have screaming tantrums and tirades at all hours of the night. Over what, we had no idea because as near as we could figure, it was unintelligible screaming and pounding.

I felt bad for her husband, who could not look us in the eye whenever we saw him outside.

[Anonymous]

We used to live down the hall from a woman going crazy because her boyfriend who was apparently asleep on the sofa, which she could see from a window, did not answer her numerous phone calls or banging on the door and yelling his name. She was crying hysterically and a manager came up to see if he could help. Her boyfriend eventually opened the door and was all like, what's all the commotion about. At one point we thought about calling 911 and wondered why she had not and instead was uncontrollably balling making a scene in the hallway for an hour but eventually realized she was just a f'ing drama queen. He was probably mad about something and was ignoring her as punishment.

[Anonymous]

Wow. These stories make my neighbors seem mild. I was just going to complain about how they are letting all the paint peel on their door, shutters, trim, etc. but keep starting new house project after new house project, which they then leave half done.

[Anonymous]

My neighbor slept with my wife

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:When I lived in Mt. Pleasant back in the 90s, my roommate and I had gay neighbors next door. No problem with that in and of itself, but one partner was abusive. Given what we heard (through the wall) and saw (in the form of the abused partner lying on the stairs all bloody), we probably should have called the police. My bedroom wall was adjoining theirs and I had to wear earplugs every night. "Go wash your ass, and this time use soap!" was one of the milder rants. Like I said, we probably should have called the police, but we were scared of the mean partner as well. "You bitches need to move your white asses to Georgetown" was one of the things he hurled at us. No problem, sir. Dealing with that, and then a mouse invasion, was enough to get us out of there. And yes, I did indeed move my white ass to Georgetown. Still here.

You saw someone laying bleeding in a stairwell and didn't call anyone? Like, an ambulance?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:When I lived in Mt. Pleasant back in the 90s, my roommate and I had gay neighbors next door. No problem with that in and of itself, but one partner was abusive. Given what we heard (through the wall) and saw (in the form of the abused partner lying on the stairs all bloody), we probably should have called the police. My bedroom wall was adjoining theirs and I had to wear earplugs every night. "Go wash your ass, and this time use soap!" was one of the milder rants. Like I said, we probably should have called the police, but we were scared of the mean partner as well. "You bitches need to move your white asses to Georgetown" was one of the things he hurled at us. No problem, sir. Dealing with that, and then a mouse invasion, was enough to get us out of there. And yes, I did indeed move my white ass to Georgetown. Still here.

You saw someone laying bleeding in a stairwell and didn't call anyone? Like, an ambulance?

Did you not call because they were gay?

Remember this? A Saudi prince killed his servant in their room at a luxury London hotel in a ferocious beating which had a sexual element, a British court was told Tuesday.

http://www.reuters.com/article/2010/10/05/us-britain-prince-idUSTRE6944QE20101005

[Anonymous]

OMG I love this thread! My neighbors are hillbillies and they are turning my quiet little neighborhood into the Hatfield's and McCoys! They drink Bud Light by the case and leave the open bags of cans out front to be blown all over the street. Their stupid dog craps right in front of the mailbox, and they party it up till 2 am almost every night. They are "disabled" and live off of social security, and a settlement from an "injury" five years ago. He seems to have no problem chopping wood and beating up his old lady. Disabled my ass.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:When I lived in Mt. Pleasant back in the 90s, my roommate and I had gay neighbors next door. No problem with that in and of itself, but one partner was abusive. Given what we heard (through the wall) and saw (in the form of the abused partner lying on the stairs all bloody), we probably should have called the police. My bedroom wall was adjoining theirs and I had to wear earplugs every night. "Go wash your ass, and this time use soap!" was one of the milder rants. Like I said, we probably should have called the police, but we were scared of the mean partner as well. "You bitches need to move your white asses to Georgetown" was one of the things he hurled at us. No problem, sir. Dealing with that, and then a mouse invasion, was enough to get us out of there. And yes, I did indeed move my white ass to Georgetown. Still here.

You saw someone laying bleeding in a stairwell and didn't call anyone? Like, an ambulance?

Had nothing to do with them being gay. It was def a domestic abuse situation. In the stairwell incident, there was a big commotion. A lot of neighbors came out to see what happened and my landlord, who lived in the bldg, ended up calling the police and ambulance. We were scared of the abusive partner. He was a big guy, I would say over 200 and at least six feet. He would say weird things like "Can't we all get along" (a la Rodney King) and "You ladies should come over and we can all have us a weenie roast." Whatever that means. Wanted to have as little contact us possible. From what we could tell it was a codependent relationship. The police came to their door many times.

[Anonymous]

We had a French couple living above us ad they got into very, very passionate fights. There would be screaming and yelling and it always sounded like things being thrown, furniture being moved around, lots of really loud noises. We never figured out what they were doing to make all the loud bangs and crashes or why the furniture was being moved while they fought.