Crazy, bad or other neighbor stories

I'd love to hear your horror stories of neighbors from hell.

I've had a few. c

currently I live 2 doors over from a very sweet, very well kept, extremely crazy, and highly intoxicated neighbor with no sense of personal boundries what so ever.

My stupid no longer boyfriend who is staying with me answered the door to her at 4 am (I had to work today at 6:30 AM) and she just busted her way in, and tried to crawl in bed with me (sorry I sleep alone, and happen to be straight), she kept insiting she wasn't a lesbian but wouldn't leave me alone. I'm trying to get ready for work (had to get out of bed, eesh) and she would not shut the bleep up. It took me 30 minutes to finally get rid of her.

She's sweet as can be when sober,  but when she is drunk she is annoying as mosquitos at night.  I really need to learn how to be rude and shove people out.  I wont even start on the messages she left on my cell phone, drunk dialing really needs to be outlawed).

She's far enough over the top that she has social workers managing her money and her meds, (she gets disabilty as her mental illness and years of every drug imaginable have scrambled her eggs so to speak) yet she is drunk more than sober.  I wish I knew who they were, I could tell them several earsful,

I've had others (like the 20 something dudes above who used to pitch beer cans etc off thier balcony and walk like elephants (but they stopped the first time we said something and at least are polite and have a sense of personal boundries).

So what are your tales from the darkside?

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AHH I had a crazy night the other night....

Well next door people - I can see them right outside of my window. It's a big college house and they constantly have parties... which means I'm surrounded by drunk idiots throughout the night. 5 of them started having a fight right out side of my window until my school police came and got them.

Upstairs people/next door apartment - I went to sleep at 11... I woke up at 1 to this horrible singing. He continued to sing (his voice was cracking, that's how loud he was) until 3 in the morning with his guitar. I didn't know where it was coming from so I couldn't stop ittt.

If you want her to be quiet... Don't talk back to her. Don't reply. She might eventually get the idea... or not. I'm pretty straight forward.

cranky-

I wonder if we used to live in the same apt complex? lol

About a year ago I lived in the apt complex from HELL. So many crazies/drunks/druggies lived there it wasn't even funny. I didn't make much at my job at the time and it was cheap rent, so it was the best for my financial situation. I'm married now to a sweet, wonderful, and loyal guy, but at the time I was with a pothead loser (I don't use drugs or even smoke cigarettes...he hid a bunch of habits from me when we first got together). One night there was a loud pounding on the door and I opened it to see an upstairs male neighbor, completely wasted, yelling that he wanted to talk to my bf.

He then proceeded to scream that my bf was screwing his gf (who he had a restraining order against) and that his gf had HERPES!!! Keep in mind the apt complex is shaped like a big rectangle...perfect for all the neighbors to hear what's going on. Needless to say, I was furious, confused, and humiliated. I'm a pretty straight-laced kind of gal and this kind of drama had never happened to me before and it was mortifying. My bf came to the door and he and the lush yelled at each other for a couple of minutes until I threatened to call the cops. Of course the drunk a**hole had to get in a couple digs...saying that because I was fat (this was before my 30 pound weightloss) I wouldn't break up with my bf. Pretty funny that he would say that when his disgusting gf was bigger than me. Also, wasn't I the innocent one in this messed up situation? Why was I being insulted?

He left so I didn't end up calling the cops, but I really chewed out my bf. Naturally, he said he didn't mess around with the nasty herpes chick, but knowing that he lied about most things in our relationship I didn't necessarily believe him. We didn't sleep much that night and guess who came back the next morning drunk off his a** again? This time I called the cops while he was again yelling about having herpes and at me for being fat. They came, but didn't arrest him, just warned him not to harass me anymore. I went to the doctor and got checked out and I didn't have herpes (so embarrassing), so I don't know what that drunk dick was screaming about.

More drama happened...including one time (months later) I was throwing out the garbage in the apt dumpster and the drunk's horrid gf says to me "I know what you and some other people did to me." I say "What are you talking about, you psycho?" She didn't say anything else and proceeded into her cave. She and the drunk a**hole had to be doing drugs or something because I completely ignored both of them, never even looked at them or said a word since the herpes incident, so she was absolutely delusional about whatever she thought I did. This is already turning into a novel (lol), so to wrap it up...the ending of the situation was I dumped my loser bf, and met the best, most caring, and sweetest guy in my life. After a year and a half of dating we got married and I moved out of that hell-hole and into his quiet and peaceful condo.

Yay! Fairy tales do come true.  

On a serious note...if you believe in yourself and don't accept anything but the best (from yourself and others) that is what you will get. Others will only treat you the way you allow them to treat you.  

((rebecca))

so glad you found a path out of that dramahell.

My husband and I had some crazies at the first apartment we lived in together as bf / gf. This one man lived below us who, at first, seemed really nice and friendly. He always stopped to chat and us, then occasionally we would bring us up some dishes of some really good, foreign dishes that he made. Then it started to get creepy. He would come up numerous times throughout the day for anything he could think of. If we were to walk out of our apartment for anything (run errands, get the mail, do laundry) he was there, almost like he was waiting for us or looking through his peephole. Him and his crazy girlfriend would fight at all hours of the night, and he would come knocking at our door to want to hide from her. Then magically, one day he got both of our cell phone numbers (not sure how. We didn't give them to him and their not listed.) and would call all the time.

We ended up moving after we found out I was pregnant. A few weeks after moving in to our new place, my husband gets a call from him saying he's in our parking lot and wanted to say hi. What?!?! How did he find out where we lived?? He said he got a peice of junk mail addressed to us with out new address but mailed to him! Huh? that makes no sense. We put up of another year of his weird acts before he suddenly stopped bothering us.

That's just one. There's more, but I'll give my hands a rest for now!

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((rebecca))

so glad you found a path out of that dramahell.

 Thanks for the hugs, wg

It was a very painful psuedo-relationship that I stayed in for way too long (over 4 years!)...I'm sure alot of other women can relate and it makes me sad when I read some of the crappy relationship posts here on CC cuz I can see my former self in the women that write them.

Sorry, didn't mean to take the thread off-topic!

Hmm.  I wonder if some people would call me a bad neighbor because I call the cops on others.  I wouldn't put up with half of what you guys do.  Neighbors fighting at 3:00 in the morning?  I call the cops.  People stalking me?  I call the cops (at least to have a report on record).  One time, I had a neighbor smoking pot and chonging up the hallway.  You guessed it...I called the cops.  None of my neighbors ever knew it was me, because there were 4 apartments on my floor.  But the point is that people are not going to stop their bad behavior unless they get called on it.  And since my husband's job left me alone at home most nights, there was no way I was going to confront them myself.

One neighbor has 15 dogs, some of which get out of the fence and run loose.

One neighbor abandoned his house (manufactured and not paid for)  and two other neighbors are dismantling it piece by piece.  They even took all the skirting off, the blinds out and the kitchen sink out.  My hubby called the cops.  They also discovered a dog tied up in the back yard- no food.  The cops took it away. They talked to one of the neighbors who was taking stuff out of the house. There was also a huge pile of trash in the back yard.

The neighbor on my immediate left has a 30 y.o. son with Turret's who sits on the porch, smokes cigarettes and yells all day.

Anybody top that?