Bad neighbors run rampant! Between thievery, lies, and insane behavior, these residents share why they hate their neighbors. Get ready, because you’ll be grateful for your neighbors after reading these! Content has been edited for clarity.
“There Will Always Be A Catch”
“I previously lived in South Carolina with my ex-girlfriend. We got a great deal to rent a twenty-five hundred square foot home. Rent was six hundred and fifty bucks the first month, with only a six hundred and fifty buck deposit down. Every month after, rent was about one thousand bucks each month. I loved the home. It had two stories, and a jacuzzi tub in the master bathroom.
When we first looked at the home, the next-door neighbors stood in their front yard and stared at us. At the time, I thought the neighbors just might have been curious as to who was looking at the house. Not long after, my then-girlfriend and I signed the lease and moved in.
During the move-in, I noticed the neighbor’s curtains would always be cracked open. If I looked near their house, the curtains would quickly snap shut. I figured it was their children being snoopy, so I didn’t worry about it. Once we were all moved in, I walked over to the neighbor’s house and introduced myself. Our initial meeting was rather cold, and I began to get a weird feeling about the neighbors.
After two weeks of living in the home, I got a letter from the homeowner’s association in the mail. The letter went on about how I could no longer park my commercial work truck in my driveway and that I needed to find another place to keep it.
I contacted the HOA leader and explained, ‘My truck is not very big. It is only a little white pickup truck. My company’s logo is very small, and it is on the side of the door. I don’t understand why my truck is an issue.’
The leader responded, ‘Weird. Someone reported a very large commercial truck in the driveway. They said the truck was blocking their view of the street.’
The truck wasn’t blocking anything, so whoever reported me was flat-out lying. I cleared the situation up with the HOA and thought I would be fine going forward. However, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I began parking my truck on the street so I wasn’t blocking anyone’s view. Then, I got another letter from the HOA. This letter stated I had received another warning about my commercial vehicle, and how it was blocking access to someone’s driveway. Now I knew exactly who was reporting me. It was my neighbor! I was quite upset about the unnecessary drama, so I waited to speak to my neighbors until I cooled down a bit.
The same evening, I walked over to the neighbor’s house to have a civil conversation. I rang their doorbell, and I heard someone walking behind the door.
The neighbor opened the door and snidely stated, ‘Sir, I have absolutely nothing to say to you,’ then slammed the door shut.
I left my neighbor’s home, walked back to my house, and began clearing out my garage. If parked my truck in the garage, it would hopefully put an end to the issue. The only cars remaining in my driveway were my vehicles, a yellow Range Rover and a silver Discovery Series II.
A few days later, I received yet another complaint. The neighbors were claiming my vehicles had loud exhausts, and it was waking residents in the neighborhood up in the morning when I left for work. The funny part was, that several people in the neighborhood owned loud motorcycles!
I contacted the HOA once again and explained, ‘My vehicles are not loud. Come to my house and see for yourself. My neighbors reported me for no reason again, didn’t they?’
The HOA leader shook their head and replied, ‘I’m sorry, but we can’t disclose who reported you.’
Eventually, I stopped receiving complaint letters. However, every time I would see the neighbors they would give me the stink eye. I tried to ignore them and move on with my life.
Almost a year later, I needed to trim up the backyard and do some landscaping work. I had a tree close to the fence line, and about half of the tree was over the neighbor’s fence too. I decided to do the nice thing and trimmed the tree on both sides while I was up on the ladder. One small branch fell into the neighbor’s yard, but I didn’t think anything of it. Besides, I was doing them a favor and trimming their side of the tree, too.
The next day, I walked into my backyard to find the branch with a bit of note attached to it.
The note read, ‘You are so rude! How dare you butcher the tree without asking us first!’
Frustrated, I threw the branch back over the fence. The neighbors were being ridiculous at this point. From there, things only got worse.
One day, my friend came over and parked his freshly detailed and new truck in front of my house. We went into town, and when we came back, the neighbor was trashing my friend’s truck! The neighbor was using a leaf blower to blow dirt, leaves, and trash all over my friend’s truck!
My friend walked over to the neighbor and asked, ‘What do you think you are doing?’
The neighbor screamed, ‘You are blocking my driveway and I am teaching you a lesson!’
My friend wasn’t even parked anywhere near the neighbor’s driveway.
He screamed back, ‘Turn the leaf blower off!’
When my friend opened the door to get in his truck, the neighbor stuck the leaf blower inside the cab and filled it full of dirt and leaves.
My friend blew up, rolled the window down, and yelled, ‘You’re a crazy lady!’
In response, my neighbor yelled, ‘Is anyone watching? This man just hit me!’
After the neighbor falsely accused my friend of hitting her, he floored his truck to drive away. He didn’t even notice the neighbor placed a trash container in front of his truck! My friend ran the trash can clean over and it went flying into her front yard. The trash can barely missed hitting her house.
I looked over, and I noticed her husband was filming everything. I jumped in my truck and drove over to my friend’s house to see if he was okay.
About fifteen minutes after I arrived at my friend’s house, three cops pulled up and knocked on the door asking for my friend. He came out, and the cops began questioning him. Then out of nowhere, the crazy neighbors pulled up to my friend’s house and began screaming! I had no idea how they figured out his address. The cops had to separate everyone and get each side of the story.
We figured out the neighbor called emergency services and falsely accused my friend of fighting her while she was doing yard work.
My friend and I told the police what happened, and I told the police, ‘Her husband has a video of what happened. Watch it.’
I am not sure if the police ever watched the video, but they let my friend and me go anyway. I could tell the neighbors were upset about being called out on their fake emergency call.
After this happened, my lease on the house was over. My then-girlfriend and I decided there was no way we could live in the house any longer. During our move, I had two job-threatening calls placed to my boss.
The neighbor called my boss and told him, ‘Your employee has been drinking and driving around the neighborhood in his work truck. He is driving into people’s yards and destroying their property.’
Because of my neighbor’s false accusation, I had to take a substance test to keep my job.
My boss told me, ‘One more phone call, and I am going to have to fire you.’
I tried to explain the situation to him, and he replied, ‘It doesn’t matter. Any calls regarding reckless driving in a company truck calls for termination.’
For the rest of our move, I didn’t use my company truck. On the last moving day, I borrowed my friend’s truck and packed up our last load of belongings. When I looked up, I found I had an audience watching me.
The neighbor was in the middle of the street in his pajamas filming me packing up my truck!
I went inside, grabbed the brightest flashlight I could find, and an air horn. I hid it all under my shirt, went outside, and started up my truck. The neighbor was standing right behind my car, and I couldn’t get out unless I ran him over. I rolled down my truck window, blinded him with the flashlight, and blew the air horn one foot away from his face.
I screamed, ‘You are a psychopath! Move out of the way!’
Of course, the neighbor tried to report me to my boss again. This time, I wasn’t in my truck, and I could prove it. The GPS in my work truck was nowhere near the old location, so I didn’t get fired.
Six months after I moved out, the neighbor on the other side of my house had a party and invited me over. I went to the party, and I parked across the street in my new truck. I saw the crazy neighbor’s curtains open, and the husband and wife looked out menacingly. Suddenly, their garage door opened and the film crew rolled out.
The neighbors were trying to get my license plate number so they could call the cops for another lie. The front of my truck didn’t have a license plate, only the back. I sprinted to the back of my truck and covered the back plate.
I screamed at the neighbor, ‘This is a public street, I can park wherever I want! Good luck trying to get my license plate number!’
The neighbors got angry, and they screamed something before they ran off. I then parked in my friend’s driveway and changed my rear license plate into an old one so the neighbors wouldn’t have the correct numbers. I went inside to the party and tried to enjoy the rest of my night.
About thirty minutes into the party, I saw the neighbor sneaking down the sidewalk with a camera. He got behind my truck and snapped a few pictures of the license plate. I bet he looked like a fool calling in an old license plate number to the police.
After this party, I never went back to the neighborhood. I learned my lesson. No matter how nice a house is, or how good of a deal it seems to be, there will always be a catch.”
The Dog Poop Perpetrator
“I lived in a townhouse in the bad part of my city. It didn’t have the best accommodations, but I had to take what I could get.
I had a lot of terrible neighbors throughout the years, and the townhouse next door connected to mine had been raided three times by the police. All three police raids were due to criminal activity occurring in the home. It wasn’t a nice neighborhood, so obviously, bad neighbors were going to come around. However, one family takes the cake.
My neighbors changed every few months, usually due to eviction. A couple of years ago, a middle-aged woman moved in with her teenage son and six-year-old daughter. New neighbors, no big deal. I didn’t go to greet them, as greetings were atypical here. It was a live and let live type of place.
On the first night after the neighbors moved in, I could tell there were going to be some problems. Music was blasting in the kid’s bedroom until eleven at night. His bedroom wall was shared with mine, so I could hear the music very clearly. Loud music wasn’t unusual in my neighborhood, but his mother was the real issue. The kid only turned the music off once his mother started yelling at him to do so. However, she never stopped yelling. She screamed her head off at him for every insignificant little detail about his room until three in the morning. I had to go downstairs and sleep on my couch instead of bothering to try to fall asleep in my room.
A couple of days later, I heard someone knock on my front door. I answered the door only to see the mother from next door. I was polite, as was she, and she just wanted to be familiar with her new neighbors. We only spoke for five minutes before I got to the catch.
The woman looked at me and asked, ‘Do you think I could borrow six thousand bucks? I need it for my husband’s bail. It would mean a lot to me if you let me borrow the money.’
I tried to be apologetic when I replied, ‘I’m sorry, I can’t. I don’t even have six thousand bucks to let you borrow.’
I watched as a look of anger washed over the woman’s face.
She began screaming, ‘Do you know what a terrible person you are? I hate you!’
I didn’t say anything in response, and I simply shut and locked my door. I went inside, turned on some music, and made my lunch.
A couple of hours later, I was going to head downtown to meet with some friends. I walked downstairs to my door, which had glass panes, and I noticed the woman was still standing there. She waited for me to come back for over two hours! The second the woman noticed me again, she was back to yelling. I took the back door out of my house and took the long way to the bus stop.
As I was coming home, I had almost forgotten about the woman. I got a ride home from a friend, and a few of us were going to chill at my house for the rest of the night. It was around eleven at night when we arrived at my house, nearly seven hours after I had left.
As we drove up to my home, I stopped mid-conversation and said, ‘There is no way. Are you serious?’
My friends were confused until I explained how the woman was still standing at my door! At this point, I realized ignoring her was not working. I apologized to my friends ahead of time, then we went up to the front door to confront her.
The woman taunted, ‘I am so offended by you sneaking away from me!’
My friends and I collectively shouted her down until she left. As we were staying up late eating, drinking, and laughing about my crazy neighbor, we heard her ranting at her son again all night. Come five in the morning, the cops were knocking at my door.
I opened the door and the cop asked, ‘Have you seen your neighbor’s son? He stole his mother’s car and drove away.’
I couldn’t say I approved of the method, but I approved of the objective. He came back a couple of days later. As far as I was aware, charges were not pressed.
For the next five months, this woman was a constant migraine in my life. She would go outside with a shovel, scoop up any dog poop she could find around the block, and deposit it at my front door. I caught her doing this multiple times. I simply shoveled it back into the bed of a tree sitting out front.
One day, one of my friends came over and asked, ‘Hey man, what is the dog poop on your porch about?’
I explained the situation to my friend, and he proceeded to scoop up the poop and throw it through her open window on the third window.
Another time, the woman dumped paint cans on the sidewalk in front of my house. However, this didn’t anger me. When I walked out of my front door in the morning, it was like walking on a rainbow.
My personal favorite was when the woman was installing an air conditioner in her home. Her son was attempting to put it in the third-floor window and was doing a poor job of it. It looked like he had never done something like this before. Since I didn’t have beef with the kid, I yelled up some advice as I was walking toward the bus stop.
From inside the kid’s home, I heard the woman yell, ‘Who just talked to you?’
The woman came storming up to the window, looked out, saw me, then proceeded to pry her son away from my sight. She pushed the storm window out of its frame so it would fall on top of me! She missed, but the attempt was not forgotten.
The woman left later in the month due to eviction. It was the best news I had ever received in my life.”
“I Lived In A Bermuda Triangle Of Bad Neighbors”
“When I was a kid, my family lived in a small apartment complex. There was a clique of tenants who had lived there for years. The complex had a family-like atmosphere and a tight-knit feel.
Our upstairs neighbors were a middle-aged married couple named ‘Larry’ and ‘Jane.’ They seemed like nice, normal, people. The only weird instance I could recall was when I was playing outside alone. Jane walked up to me, gave me a large bag of toys, and insisted I come up to her apartment. I knew my parents would not be happy if I went anywhere without their permission, so I declined.
Larry and Jane were good friends with an older man, ‘Frank,’ who lived in the apartment building next to ours. Frank was a strange individual. He enjoyed walking laps around the apartment complex and sticking his nose into everyone’s business. All of which he did with his pet bird perched on his shoulder. Frank was one of the complex’s longtimers, and he was friendly enough. There wasn’t going to be any harm, right?
One day after school, my mom brought me into our bathroom.
In a hushed tone, she explained, ‘Our upstairs neighbor, Larry, is a criminal. He uses his daughter’s address who lives across town, so police don’t know where he is living.’
After this came to light, the landlord evicted the couple.
A few months later, my dad was attending a seminar for a volunteer police force program. The trainees were watching a slideshow of criminals in the area and statewide. Who’s face appeared on the screen? No one else’s but Franks! It turned out he was a well-known criminal from a city in the southern part of the state.
The sickest part about the situation was how Frank, Jane, and Larry were all linked together. The clique let unsuspecting families socialize with them, knowing they were dangerous criminals.
I truly lived in a Bermuda Triangle of bad apartment neighbors.”
“I Lived Next Door To A Criminal”
“I previously lived next door to a famous criminal from Kansas City in the eighties. I lived in the home for five years and spoke to the man daily. He was the head of the neighborhood watch, and he seemed like a fairly normal guy.
The day he was caught, it was because one of the young men he had captured escaped his home and began running down the street. I only listened to tapes and CDs at the time, so I didn’t hear anything about the situation on the news. I drove home this night to arrive in a neighborhood packed with police officers.
When I found out, my statement to the police and press sounded like any other criminal’s unknowing neighbor, ‘I can’t believe this, he was such a nice guy.’
The police used excavators to dig up his backyard, and they tore down my fence while doing so. My neighbor was given life in prison, passed away, and his house was sold and demolished.
The situation was very strange. Not to mention, this situation happened during the March Madness Final Four. My neighbor displayed four skulls in his window with a sign which read, ‘Final Four.’ Little did I know, the skulls were real, and they were from his victims.”
“The Cops Were Called Every Week”
“I have had two insane neighbors while living at my parent’s house. The first set of neighbors always fought, and I could hear them from inside my house. One night, at about two in the morning, my dad heard a knock at our front door. He opened the door and was met by the woman who lived next door. She was severely injured, and allegedly, her boyfriend was to blame. This sort of situation happened twice before the neighbors finally moved away.
The second family lived across the street from us. It was a family of five girls, plus their mom and dad. The cops were called to this family’s house at least once a week. If there was any sort of situation, they were called. The parent’s called when the oldest daughter ran away, which happened about every other week. Police were called if the dad had too much to drink, or if there was a dispute between them and the other neighbors.
Other kids would walk past their house, and the neighbors would pick fights with them. Then, they would proceed to call the police and tell them the kids were harassing them. The family finally moved after they were practically kicked out of town.”
“They Were The Worst Group Of People I Had Ever Met”
“When I was younger, my family lived next to awful next-door neighbors. The entire family was loud, obnoxious, and rude. They were honestly the worst group of people I had ever met.
The family always threw trash on our front lawn. They left smoke butts everywhere, and their Great Dane would always go to the bathroom in our yard. Sometimes, the neighbors even allowed the dog to go to the bathroom on our front porch!
My dad tried talking to them a couple of times, but the neighbors claimed there was nothing they could do about their dog. Finally, my dad decided to take matters into his own hands. One day, my dad began scooping the dog’s poop with a shovel and catapulting it back into the neighbor’s yard.
The next day, the neighbor’s children were playing in a blow-up pool placed on a hill in their yard. We were watching them play, when all of the sudden the entire pool tipped over. The children fell out of the pool and went sliding down the hill. When the children stood up, they were completely covered in the dog poop my dad threw back into their yard.
It was one of the best days of my life.”
“The Neighbor Would Do Bizarre And Invasive Things”
“When I was growing up, the neighbor who lived next door to my parent’s house was insane. He would always do the most bizarre and invasive things.
One time, he repainted our door an awful purple color when my family was away on vacation.
After his wife left him, he parked his car under my parent’s balcony and doused it in gasoline. Then, he proceeded to set the car and balcony on fire. Luckily, the fire department was quick to respond to our calls.
We later found out from the police how the neighbor installed a deadbolt on our fire escape beforehand. This neighbor wanted to see my family gone.”
“It Was An Awful Time For Everyone”
“Years ago, I lived in a rental home. The neighbors thought it was cool to blast music all night. Even at two in the morning, on a weekday. They were notorious for it.
The neighbors had the police called on them multiple times, but nothing seemed to work. The worst part was, that they had a live band play in their backyard once. It was an awful time for everyone in the neighborhood.”
“She Stole My Cat”
“A neighbor in an apartment I lived in years ago didn’t like me or my roommates. The neighbor stole my cat, drove him fifty miles away to an animal shelter, and handed him in as a stray. She didn’t think I had my cat microchipped. Wrong.
After getting my cat back, I reported her to the police. The police were unable to press charges but gave her a surprise visit to her home. She quit bothering me afterward.
Good times.”
“I Couldn’t Stand Her”
“My current neighbor enjoyed running outside of her house at four in the morning and screaming. She screamed about how much she hated her husband and other strange things.
The neighbor has also treated me terribly. She made it a point to barge into my house while I was hanging out with friends, and demanded to know why she wasn’t invited over.
I couldn’t stand her.”
