For many people, being on “a nod hello” kind of basis with theirneighborsis more than enough to live a happy and calm life. However, one step in the wrong direction, and the peace and calm can become nothing but a dream in a matter of days.Unfortunately for some people, they don’t even have to take such a step – their neighbors are crazy enough to make life difficult for them for no apparent reason. Members of the Quora community recently discussed suchproblematic neighbors, after one user starteda threadabout the worst people to live next to. The netizens shared stories covering people that can only be called neighbors from hell, so if you want to see how they compare to ‘Stomper Susan’ living above you, scroll down to find their accounts to find out.This post may includeaffiliate links.
For many people, being on “a nod hello” kind of basis with theirneighborsis more than enough to live a happy and calm life. However, one step in the wrong direction, and the peace and calm can become nothing but a dream in a matter of days.
Unfortunately for some people, they don’t even have to take such a step – their neighbors are crazy enough to make life difficult for them for no apparent reason. Members of the Quora community recently discussed suchproblematic neighbors, after one user starteda threadabout the worst people to live next to. The netizens shared stories covering people that can only be called neighbors from hell, so if you want to see how they compare to ‘Stomper Susan’ living above you, scroll down to find their accounts to find out.
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My horrible. racist neighbors are unforgettable. Though I seldom spoke to them, somehow when we spoke they found ways to talk about their disdain for Mexican immigrants. For example: they couldn’t go to a popular grocery “because of the Mexicans.” Trust me, I wasn’t mentioning Mexicans or any other race to them. Very odd.One fall a section of my wooden privacy fence fell down into their yard. We managed to wrestle it back into my yard, but I needed to find someone who could reinstall it in concrete before the ground froze. I couldn’t find anyone to do the task so asked a friend knowledgeable about construction, if he could find someone and added that I was happy to pay.Imagine my delight when I returned from work one day to find a small group of Latinos in the yard installing the fence. My fence had become a training session for a group of student carpenters.
The WORST neighbor I ever had was a COP! He was a State Trooper that lived up stairs with his family in these apartments we lived in.He stomped everywhere, every step he took we could follow.He yelled- a lotHe liked to come down and act threatening when we disciplined our young kids - such as scolding them for flushing something expensive down the toilet…He stared at everyone when he left the apartment or returned from workHe threatened kids** On the UP side… with his patrol car parked out front, we had THE SAFEST building to live in!!When he and his family moved out, EVERYONE had a collective sigh of relief. His moving actually caused ALL of us to, for once, have something to do with our neighbors. His leaving brought us all together, for a while.I don’t think all cops are like him, but he made everyone feel like a criminal. I know kids would feel like criminals just for having a popcicle… he just stare them down, until they ran inside crying
There was one family that I liked and was friendly with. And I still see a few of the family members. I always thought they were the model family. Nice parents, nice kids, wholesome.While I was still living in the same house, they moved across town.A few months later, the wife calls me and asks if I’ll come over (across town.) She says she’s leaving her husband, and in fact, he’s been beating her all these years, and she’d like me to help her tell her now-adult children because I’ve known them since they were small. (I didn’t know she considered me such a close friend?!) Of course, I went to help, but I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.“Things are seldom what they seem, skim milk masquerades as cream.” W.S. Gilbert from H.M.S. Pinafore.
For almost 20 years I lived in the same house in a snooty neighborhood in Calgary. It was a cul-de-sac with about 10 houses. When I moved away, I think there was only one other home that hadn’t changed hands at least once.With one exception I had terrible neighbors.Neighbor #1:On one side of me was a family with three teenagers about 10 years older than my kids. When the parents went away, the kids had parties. No problem. I don’t give a rat’s a** what other people do. I care about what happens in my house.There was just one problem. The neighbor’s deck was up against my side fence. When the kids had parties, the guests would throw their garbage over the fence. Beer cans, glass bottles, and other assorted crap. What really made me mad (it’s hard to make me mad; you really have to work at it, but once I’m mad, I can stay mad forever) was that I always had dogs, and I didn’t want my dogs cutting their feet on broken glass.The first time it happened, I did nothing. The second time it happened, I waited until Monday, when I knew the parents were home, and I took over a garbage bag of their garbage which had been tossed over our shared fence into my yard. I told the parents that I didn’t know if they knew that their kids were having parties when they were away, and I frankly didn’t care, but I did not want their guests’ garbage in my yard including broken glass which was a hazard for my children and my pets. They just stood there open-mouthed.The third and fourth time it happened the next day I just threw everything back over the fence. It didn’t happen again after that.Neighbor #2:On my other side, I had another winner.One Saturday night when my kids were elementary-school-aged, and I was a single mom, we had a freak snowstorm in May late at night. A Y-shaped apple tree of mine fully leafed out split in two at about midnight, and half of it fell across the fence into the neighbor’s yard.At 8 O’clock the next morning (Sunday) the neighbor rings the bell.“What are you going to do about the tree in my yard?” he says.“The tree fell around midnight,” I told him. “I need at least a day or two to get it cleaned up including getting a friend with a chainsaw over,” I told him.I managed to get a friend over that afternoon, and we got it cleaned up and at least the mess was in my yard instead of the neighbor’s, and the fence was fixed. It took another week to get it all cleaned up, and that mishap eventually killed the tree, sadly.That neighbor also rang my bell once again a few months later and showed me a cigarette butt that he found on his property. (I smoke, but I’m an extremely neat and polite smoker.)“Not my brand,” I smiled at him. “Sorry. It didn’t come from me. I can’t help you,” and I shut the door.I never spoke to them again after that. Did that guy seriously think I would drop cigarette butts on his lawn?
My first home, where I grew up, is in an upscale neighborhood. About 15 or so years ago it started getting a big influx of NYC commuters who wanted to have big homes for their families but never learned any small town manners. Yuppies, mostly, who didn’t really want to live in a nice village with a sense of community but wanted to show off big houses and nice cars and the like. Some were alright. Lots of house flippers, too.So my next door neighbors for the first 20 years of my life was a really nice Filipino family. A nurse, their two kids and an operating system designer / coder. They moved out, sold the house, that new family sold it again, and that third family was an uptight bunch of bastards.My house and theirs share a driveway, it’s split down the middle. My mom, rest her, was disabled. Their first day in the new home I brought them a pie that I’d baked myself and the wife took it and waited for me to leave. So I got to the point and told them about my mom’s disability and asked if they wouldn’t mind not parking right at her driver’s side door and pinning it in. It’s hard for her to have to park farther in the driveway and walk farther and all that. She screamed at me, “I HAVE KIDS.” and all that entails. Lovely.So then another time I come out and their monstrous and completely unnecessarily huge SUV (I mean, seriously, the town is tiny the train is the commute and the kids are small enough to fit in a sock drawer) is right next to my mom’s car. No way she could get in the car. So I see the husband and ask him if he wouldn’t mind parking a little farther into his driveway or a little farther out… and he challenges me to a fight.They chased away three au pair’s with the husband trying to [sleep with] them.I hate people sometimes.
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 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.
I think my experience pales in comparison to many of the other answers here.I have an elderly neighbor. She has a cute little white dog, but that little dog never leaves the confines of her yard and house, because the lady doesn’t either.I’ve lived in my house for about four years. During that time every interaction I’ve had with this woman has been vaguely or even outright unpleasant.I’ve chalked this up to many things. Maybe she’s a widow. Maybe her friends and family never visit her. Maybe she is super lonely and that’s why she’s so sour.A few months ago I ended with a little rescue dog of my own.One Saturday morning I decided that my youngest child and I would try to be good neighbors, and go ask this woman if she would like us to take her dog with us while we walked around the block. I thought it would be a nice learning opportunity for my daughter (helping others and community and what not).As we made our way across her yard toward her dog barking unhappily from the confines of the house, my dog decided to pee in her yard.“KEEP YOUR DOG FROM USING THE BATHROOM ON MY PROPERTY!!!!” she bellowed from within the house.I looked with some disbelief at her yard which was literally coated with her own dog’s feces.She continued to yell at me out about my dog having peed.My daughter and I turned around and continued on our walk alone.It ended up being a good learning opportunity for my daughter…and for me.Some people just aren’t terribly nice.
So, I had these new neighbors across the street who seemed pretty friendly, although actually I don’t like to be too friendly with neighbors (I’ve learned that’s it’s not a good idea.)At that time, my then-husband had a small fix-it business. So, the neighbor asked if my husband would fix a few things there. After a long debate between me and my husband, he agreed that he’d do the work and only charge them what it cost him in materials but wouldn’t charge any labor. He was very reluctant to do it.So, he went over and discussed it with him. He’d charge him the cost of materials, period. They had a deck that was structurally sound but needed new deck boards and two fence gates that didn’t work and needed new hardware. And one or two other small things.So, he fixed everything one Saturday, and the next day, Sunday, he took them the receipts for materials and asked to be paid about $120. They looked at him like he had three heads, paid him the money in cash, and never spoke to us again. Seriously. If they saw us, they walked the other way. It was very obvious. I have no idea why. It never made any sense to me. Did they think we wouldn’t charge them for materials when we said we would and they agreed?I always thought they might be in witness protection. They didn’t appear either of them to work, and they had hardly any furniture in a pretty big (2500 sq. ft) house. I always thought I’d see them on an episode of America’s Most Wanted. But I never did. They were still there when I left 10 years later.
We had a neighbor write us a 12-page legal page letter about how perfect a couple we were while petsitting in our living room during a vacation. She decided I was plotting to murder her next, and called my parents, the emergency number we’d given her during the vacation, at 3 am. I worked overnight at the time, so the screaming and running around above our apartment was too much for my wife, home alone. She continued running up and down the halls for a while, banging on other neighbors’ doors at all hours, telling them I was plotting against her.When we had special moments, humorous or romantic, she would bang on the floor with a broomstick, and she once called us when we weren’t in a position to answer the phone to leave a message that she knew what we were doing and we’d better stop. We had previously given her a little picture frame for Christmas as a neighbor gift, which she returned.She then called the Secret Service to tell them we were stealing her mail and hiding under her apartment floorboards using laser listening devices to hear her conversations. She would watch me leave for work every night behind a curtain her head would peak through, then quickly disappear. Some well-dressed professionals came over one night, and we thought the secret service was coming back to interview us. It was the city’s mental health division, and they took her away for a few days.We’d been in contact with our landlord, who was hearing wild stories from this neighbor, and once the mental health team took her away, he agreed to secretly move us out of our apartment, return our deposit, and pay for the movers. He admitted the whole time he didn’t know who to believe. She’d had a quiet existence until a series of medical and career events I won’t discuss led to her breakdown. He contacted us a few months later and told us she had straightened out and wanted to apologize for the horror she put us through. We politely declined: The damage was done.*I’ve added an additional comment below with a few other incidents. This story is as true as I can remember. Our neighbors, my parents, our landlord, and her coworkers can confirm these stories.
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I lived across the hall from a woman who was all right when she was sober. When she was drinking, she was very loud, but I would normally just double check that my door was locked, put on some music or put in some earplugs, and mind my own business.Then her dog died, and it pushed her over the edge. Her drunken habits escalated from “loud” to “scary.” She would break bottles and place the glass in front of other people’s doors. She would shout epithets at anyone she came across. And then one day, she hit another neighbor, a 7-year-old boy, with her cane and broke his arm. She was arrested, but the boy’s mom decided not to press charges, I guess, because she was back in a few days.I finally called my landlord and asked to move to another open apartment in the building. I was ready to explain why I wanted the switch, but my landlady was able to guess.It’s a bit sad, because my bad neighbor was elderly and had no family around her, although I gather she did have an adult son somewhere. Her dog gave her the only real affection she had, and then when he died, she was understandably deeply grieved. Nevertheless, I was glad to get away from her.
I used to live in a cheap apartment in a bad neighborhood. The walls, and even floors, were paper-thin.One night my neighbors below me were quite loud. I hit the floor a couple of times and shouted (for volume, not rudely) that it was late and I had to work in the morning.The girl came up to my door and began cursing me, threatening me. I didn’t have a chance to explain further.The boy came up not long after. I had seen him selling d***s before and instantly froze. What was he going to do?Before I could say even a word he turned to the girl and scolded her. Stop bothering our neighbors, let her sleep.They went back down and I released a deep breath, realizing I’d been holding it that entire time.I moved a few months later and never asked a neighbor to be quiet again.
I have a family next door with 2 kids. The dad is pretty laid back, but the mom is certain her kids are perfect. Last summer, she brought my then 7 year old son to my front door. He was crying and resisting. She told me that he had “put his hands” on her then 12 year old son when they were on the trampoline at a different neighbor’s house. After she left, my son showed me the scratches all over his back which he got when the other boy pushed him into the sides of the trampoline. When I took him next door to show her, she claimed they were mosquito bites, and when I had her look closer, she declared that they must be defensive wounds. Remember that her kid is a foot taller and at least 30 pounds heavier than mine. She told both my kids they couldn’t play in her yard. Okay, fine, but she yelled at the older one, who was not even involved in any of this, that he wasn’t allowed to even walk on her grass to go to the house on the other side of hers, which seems excessive. Her daughter is much older than my boys, and we’ve never interacted much. The mom told me a story which made the girl seem like a sneaky little b***h, but Mom was proud of her. The son is a year older than my older boy, and they were friends at first, but the (neighbor) kid turned out to be a sneak and a bully. Other than her blind spot regarding her kids, she’s a fine neighbor.
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I rented a small place in an apartment house in a university town. Students must watch their pennies, so the flat was small but otherwise OK.It turned out that the recluse old lady two floors up was throwing out the contents of her bedpan out the window. I kid you not. Every morning at about the same time, a loud gurgly splash was heard, as the old lady pitched out her bed pot contents to various directions, with the stuff variously landing in the inner yard, on neighbours’ roofs and walls and elsewhere. The police was brought in, but it turned out that at that time and place there was extremely little they could do due to privacy laws and the difficulty in dealing medically with a voluntarily holed up recluse.Eventually the old lady passed away. When they opened her door, they found an apartment where every receptacle - bathtub, sinks, vases - was filled to the brim with bedpan contents. When she had run out of room, she’d simply taken to tossing her stuff out the windows. It turned out that her bathroom had suffered a minor plumbing malfunction, and for some reason she had not called the plumber.
I live on the 4th floor and the in the flat above us there were 5 guys who lived in it. In the beginning it seemed that they are fine and that we won’t have any problems with them. They were between the ages of 25 and 30 as far as I can remember. As I said, in the beginning nothing significant happened, I was used to seeing them everyday when I was coming back from school, have chatted with them a few times and was always polite to them. However, after 2 months or so, they started throwing parties and while they weren’t that problematic in their early stages, with time they were just worse and worse. I have parents who get up really early and my mother is a light sleeper so anything can wake her up. She tolerated their loud music for some time and she even bought earplugs but they haven’t helped her at all. She has had big problems with her sleep because of their parties and one night she had enough and called the police. 20 minutes later they arrived and the partying stopped for the night, so she has thought that there won’t be any problems later. Mistake. Their partying has continued 3 days later and this time, she didn’t want to call the police but instead decided to take matters in her hands. She has walked to their flat, knocked on the door and as soon as they opened, she just said this:“You do realize that there are old people, little children and people who have jobs in this building? Where is your respect for the time? Do you really think it is appropriate to make that much noise?”They apologized but instead of stopping with the partying or at least, turning the volume down, they continued with the same thing. My mother called the police again..To not make the story long, the police was called one more time and after a month or so, they moved out of the building. For what reason, I’m not quite sure. It probably had to do something with the frequent police visits, I don’t know.
My husband and I lived in an apartment while we were still in college. It was fairly inexpensive as we didn’t have a whole lot of money and we both were only working about 30 hours a week.Our downstairs neighbor screamed day and night at her toddler. The toddler screamed and cried most of the day and night. There was a boyfriend that also chimed in often. Basically it was horrible, our school work suffered, we couldn’t invite people over, etc. Finally we complained to the apartment management. Then the screaming was focused on us. If we walked in the apartment, she called management on us for being too loud. We finally paid a fee to move to another apartment in the complex.Life was far better- when we left the apartment, the management apologized to us and said that they were sad to see us go (we always paid our rent on time). I think that someone from management moved into the apartment above this woman to see just how bad it was. The apology made me think that they realized just how much we had put up with!
I have a neighbor a couple houses down the street right now whom I suspect has killed at least three of my cats, severely injured another with a club, and may be responsible for the disappearance of at least three others over the past 10 years.I can’t prove a damn thing, even with the aid of friends who work for the local Forensic Institute, surveillance, and video cameras.She has called “anonymously” to report “child abuse” in my home and in the homes of three other neighbors… one of the homes does not have children. She calls the local police to report neighbor’s cars as having expired tags when the car is parked in the street in front of the owner’s house.She is actively anti-social; this is not a “she’s misunderstood”; she is bigoted, racist, intolerant, animal-hating, anti-pretty much everything, and will let you know it. She can’t be bargained or reasoned with.She hates me. It’s not paranoia; she hates Muslims, Asians, dark-skinned people, single mothers, lawyers, the military (even veterans), cat lovers, people of humble backgrounds, and… well… it goes on and on, and I fit every one of these categories.Other neighbors get her hate too, but none is as much of a “whole package” as I am (in her eyes).The one positive thing she does is unite all other neighbors in watching out for each other in light of her antics.
I lived in the second floor of a two-story garden apt complex. There were concrete and metal stairs outside leading up to it.The man downstairs was big and fat but looked sort of dangerous. Definitely not someone to mess with.He worked the night shift as a security guard and slept during the day.We’d come home from work about six, walk up the stairs and start making dinner or whatever.One night, about a week after we moved in, he came up the stairs with a baseball bat. He said, and I quote, “You make me angry. I haven’t been angry since Vietnam”.I was polite but firm. I told him we had a right to walk up our stairs and be in our apartment walking around during normal hours. It wasn’t our fault he slept during the day. He muttered something about being there 20 years and left.I think it was shortly thereafter that he threatened to kill our (little) dog if it ever barked again.I didn’t care for our dog particularly, but would never want to see an animal get hurt. My girlfriend at the time never would have gotten over it had the dog been harmed.I went to the apt complex management to complain he was threatening me and they should do something. They seemed scared of him and said they wouldn’t do anything. I started yelling and they called the police on me! When the police arrived, they said they couldn’t really do anything about it.I moved to another apt the next day.Thinking back 30 years, now I know why that apt was vacant when were apt hunting. Clearly that was not the first time this story had played out.
The prior owners of the house where we lived for nine years planted lovely conifer trees to the side and back of our house. The evergreen trees were thick and much nicer for privacy than a fence .We didn’t really know our relatively new neighbors next door but they were quiet, kept up their property, and said hello whenever we passed each other on walks.Then one day we came home and the evergreens between our property and our neighbor’s property had been cut down. We aren’t people to storm over to anyone’s house so we calmed down a bit then approached them about it.Well, they hired someone to survey the property line and discovered that the trees between our house and theirs were actually on their property. They wanted a fence rather than the trees so they hired someone to cut them down.I know some of you will ask why didn’t we sue them. There’s merit to that question but even if we discovered the trees had been on our side, it would take 15 years for newly planted trees to grow back. And we suspected the survey was accurate or they wouldn’t have done it.Plus, the wife’s brother was a lawyer and I’m sure they ran it past him before they did anything.It didn’t kill our relationship because we really hadn’t established a relationship to begin with.We moved 2 years later, not because of the trees but for other reasons. It is too bad that they didn’t discuss it with us first. Perhaps we could have come up with a solution that satisfied both parties.
In the forces, our houses were designed in such a way that the kitchen of adjacent houses were just 3 feet apart.So apparently I could know what the other lady 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 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.
I once had a house that after buying, I was developing slowly. New carpet grass, fencing the back yard, new planted scrubs and that kind of thing. The next door neighbor was a very sarcastic guy who didn’t like any got damn thing anybody else did. For some reason unknown to me he was always trying to “start some s**t” with me.So one Saturday I asked my Viet Nam vet friends to come over for a backyard barbeque. We were going to spit-roast a goat (cabrito). One does this over a large pit previously dug and with a large fire that has already been burning to get the fire burnt down to the coals. The neighbor had watched me digging the pit then starting this large fire in the pit.But the surprise came when several of my vet friends showed up with a whole skinned and dressed goat on the back of their Harley Davidson bikes. We partied like it was 1969, if you know what I mean. You know, after that I never heard any more of his “[nonsense]”.
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