I want stories of lunatic neighbors

Ok now this may not be as crazy as it is sad but here goes. When I first moved to Ga. in 1985 we lived in a town house. Neighbors on both sides of me were cool. Guy on the left side was a exc with the Boy Scouts. Guy on the right side was a Pilot for Delta. When the guy on the right was out of town for work (flights) His wife would have a lot of guy visitors. She was not that good looking and they argued all the time. One Sat night my Wife and Son had went to bed and me and the Boy Scout neighbor were chilling watching TV and drinking some brews with the windows open. Neighbor on the right side starts arguing with his Wife and the argument moved out into the parking lot. From what we could hear is that She was leaving him. He said something about if She did he would kill himself.. Anyway She got in her car and left. Sure enough a few min later he was standing out in front and took a pistol and proceeded to wallpaper the front of the town house next to mine with the contents of his skull. Me and Boy Scout neighbor ran outside to see what happened along with several other neighbors. Several neighbors called 911 and next thing you know it, his Wife pulls up with the Police right behind Her (When She left She went to the police station)and we all had to give statements as to what we saw and heard. His Wife stepped over his dead body and walked in the town house and got Her some more things and never shed a tear. needless to say it was daylight before we all finished with the Police. We moved out shortly after that.

 

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At my parents house in suburbia north of Austin. Overflow pond on one side with about an acre of tree coverage, culdesac on the other. Back yard backs up to a nature preserve.

We have a few trees in our yard. We have a neighbor across the way from us who calls the police every time my youngest brother climbs a tree on our property. Twice now i've come over to see one of my parents, a cop, my brother, and the neighbors yelling at my middle school age brother who doesn't understand. This tree is on the overflow pond side as well; this obviously isn't a property dispute, its simply the fact brother is climbing a tree. My parents relayed what the cop said they calls we're; a young child disturbing the neighborhood and something about something about safety blah blah blah

Maybe not lunatic level, just eye opening to kids growing up imo i'm about 10 years older than him and i'd climb the same trees plus the one in the nature preserve all the time, never had to have the cops called on me lol

 

That just a odd neighbor.

 

Come on with it. I gotta work tomorrow.

 

My neighbors are cows

 

Mad cows

 

Yeah, reading through these posts its nothing close haha

Well, if y'all want lunatics, in college I lived in a duplex, three bedrooms on each side divided by a middle wall. Our neighbors sold drugs. We got along well with one of 'em

They'd all fight all the time, two guys one girl. Walls we're thin af we'd hear everything. One day we're in the living room doing college-kids-without-homework type stuff and see three gigantic mofos get out of a car parked in front of the house. Figured they we're just buying drugs from our neighbor or something. Hear the girlfriend screaming in a "fuck him up" type voice, not a "oh no this is terrible" voice. We're all sitting around the wall tryna listen then all of a sudden a broom handle comes smashing through. We kinda knew the boyfriend neighbor but not to well so once things quieted down I texted him. He came over like 45 seconds later banging on our door (which he's never done, at most we hang out in the garage with him) bloody as fuck and passes out on our couch. He delt drugs so we had no idea wtf to do so we just let him sleep there. Next morning he talked to some cops outside, moved his car to the field behind the place (which is where i'm assuming he put all his "illegal" shit), then by the time we got back from class we never saw any of 'em again. We saw the third roommate move some stuff out about a month later but he just said they moved out. Then the duplex remained vacant for like a year and a half

We can tell the place was vacant because THE HOUSING COMPANY NEVER FIXED THE FUCKING HOLE so we just put a photo in front of it. Never fixed it 'cause I guess we figured it was leverage or something lmao

Hope that was a better contribution got a shit ton of more stories about these neighbors they we're a riot

 

Nah pretty happy cows, green pastures pal.

 

I have a Korean neighbor. Him & his wife love to walk their dogs up & down the street. Every time I see them I greet them with a “hello or good morning/afternoon”. They simply look at me and walk away without saying a word. I guess in their eyes I am the lunatic neighbor who insists on greeting them properly

 

@RobP62

Share your story here buddy.

 

That’s nothin’. We had a bad hurricane years ago and lost 50+ trees. Neighbor that owns properties that border us on two sides has a crew come in and cleaning up all the downed trees. Had the audacity to tell them to keep working for two days on our property after they finished on his, denying me the opportunity to shell out about $5,000 in work.

Oh sorry, this is the crappy neighbor thread. Seriously, I realize how amazingly fortunate we are to have the neighbors we do when I read these tales of psycho neighbors.

 

damn that's awesome

 

Drum set on the front porch? that's fkn cool if you don't mind it

 

Alright... gather around you degenerates whilst I regale you with the night we hunted down the hot neighbors ferrets aptly named "Search & Destroy".

Prologue:
So about 10 years ago I was living with my bestfriend on the outskirts of Richmond in a apartment complex for those who could not afford the nicer things in life. Through some act of God we lived across from these two incredibly attractive nursing students (Yes Jaime, I know). We dreamt of the night the two of them would knock on our door in some teenage boy fantasy manner. Little did we know it that they would come knocking, but we had no idea how it would actually turn out for us.

PART 1 The Awakening:
I awoke to pounding on the door at around 1 AM. I put pants on and stumble out of room to see my friend already at the door. He looks through the peep hole, turns to me, and says "It's the hot girls from across the hall." "THE DAY IS MINE!" I think to myself. We answer the door and in come these drunk girls, one crying and the other apologizing over and over to the drunk girl. They quickly tell us in the drunk girlest way possible that the one left the front door open and the others ferrets (who she keeps calling her children) are now missing. My roommate and I exchange looks as we know what is about to happen... They beg us to help them find them and reluctlantly we agree on the offchance we recieve special compensation for our time. We put on shoes and shirts and out into the night we went.

PART 2 The Hunt:
It's raining. In dumb luck fashion we split into groups of two, both of us with one of the drunk girls (incase we found them, they needed a familiar face to trust... obviously the logic of a drunk girl). We descend the steps of the stairwell and walk out into the lot in front of the building, the drunk girls calling out the ferrets names (like they would answer to them) while we hold flashlights. Unluckily, I was paired with the girl whom the ferrets belonged to, and she was sobbing the whole time talking about how scared her children must be and that we had to bring them home safe. We searched high and low around the buiding, the lot, and the surrounding wooded areas and dont find these damn ferrets. After about 45 minutes of searching we tell them that they are most likely in the neighborhood next to the complex and that someone would definitely find them as they are rarer pets than dogs or cats. They finally agree to give up the search for the night as its after 2 AM. We walk back to the stairwell and then it happens... The girl with me says she doesnt feel good and then proceeds to start vomiting all over one of the 1st floor apartments door and door mat. After about 5 minutes of that we start climbing the stairs... my roommate and I carrying this girl under her arms. As we near the top of the stairs, there... sitting at the top... is one of the fucking ferrets just staring down at us. It runs back into their open door (yes they left their door open still) and we get her to the top of the stairs and back into their apartment. It was fucking WRECKED in there. Apparently the ferrets had never left the house and these two drunk girls hadnt looked very well before freaking out. But what those two ferrets did in that house in the hour they had to themselves not in their cage was both sickening and impressive all at the same time. I half expected the other girl to ask us to help cleanup. Pissed, we dropped this half-dead girl in her bed, begrudgingly said goodnight to her roommate, and went back to bed... frustrated and without any of the "special compensation" we were hoping for.

PART 3 The Fallout:
The next day, we both get up and go to work like any normal day. I get off before my roommate and head home. When I arrive at the front door, there is a piece of paper taped to it with the bold letters "EVICTION NOTICE" printed across the top. Apparently, my roommate and I had already been on double-secret probation prior to the night before and were on our last warning. We did a lot of partying in that apt and consistently pissed off the neighboring apartments. We had received multiple warnings from the apartment buildings management, but like all losers in their early 20's, we ignored them. Well... it just so happens that the owner of door this girl puked on the night before was the actual manager of the complex. He had seen and recognized us and dropped the apartments version of the banhammer on us. Less than a month later, we were gone.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Dont help drunk nursing students find their ferrets after midnight. You'll get evicted for it. Oh... and no good deed goes unpunished or something like that.

 

So I grew up pretty lucky. I lived near Vancouver BC my entire life and at the end of the same street for 18 years. My dad was a framer and then a builder so we lived in a big house (5400sqft+ 4 garages) shared with my grandparents. It was on the edge of town in a development of one acre parcels so most of the homes were pretty big. One day we come up the big hill into our neighborhood and theres ten cop cars at The neighbor to our southwest. Turns out he has 800 pot plants in his basement. Because we're in Canada, the cops take the weed and charge him and because it's a non-violent crime he's back out a week later on house arrest pending trial. To deter him from starting a grow again they cut power to his property. Shithead ran two generators 24hrs a day on his next grow till the day they threw him in prison. Funny thing was he was actually a decent neighbor up until then. But now that I'm older, I know most of them are actually half decent around here lol.

Guy beside him(south of me) was a Swedish perve. 250lbs of snow white whale. Used to don a red speedo and mow his lawn, by push mower For TWO hours, EVERY time my mom went out on our deck to tan. We planted cedars the following spring and let them grow 20' high over the years. Solved that issue.

That house had a beautiful pool in it. My dad and I built it ourselves one summer, even had a cascading waterfall running into it. I even got married in the backyard, it was beautiful. After we grew up and moved out it became too big of a property for my parents (and grandparents) to maintain so they sold it. This was at the peak of the vancouver real estate boom and a house that 3 years earlier we couldn't sell for 1.1m ending up selling to some overseas asian buyers for 1.76m. which sounds like alot but when you still have a mortgage... It's not. Anyways, two weeks later we get a call from our old neighbor. People are coming and going in Mercs and BMWs at all hours, racks are getting moved into the old garages. Lots of wiring... and they're running the waterfall on the pool 24/7 to cover up the noise of a generator... grow op right?

Wrong. Bitcoin or Eth mining operation. After it crashed they let the property go to shit. The house is shit now. It's sad seeing something you put so much effort into go to absolute crap.

The only other shitty neighbor thing that happened there was two houses down the divorced ex husband tried to blow up his old house with his ex wife and her boyfriend in it. He didn't get very far. Think he blew his hand off and half his face lighting a pipe bomb. Can't remember too much I was pretty young.

Other than that I've been fairly lucky so far.

 

This story is both sickening and impressive at the same time.

How at the end you still got your “special compensation” even if it was from another nurse.

Great story buddy. @RobP62 would be proud

 

What can I say, I like to give the people what they want.

 

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