Weirdest neighbour antics you’ve ever come across?

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I have a neighbour who comes running out of her house to stare at me whenever I go outside, but pretends that she’s doing something else like watering her plants or looking out for visitors. I have no idea why she does this, she is a bit odd in general though. I was taking the rubbish out once and she came dashing out so quickly that she tripped over a bucket and went flying! She landed on grass so would have been fine but it really cracked me up.

When I lived in my very first flat I had an 50+ year old alcoholic neighbour. He appeared in my kitchen one day when I was bringing in some shopping, made sexual advances and took ages to kick out (I was very polite and awkward about it when in hindsight I should probably have seen red!). After that he’d periodically throw things repeatedly at my door when he was very drunk like a bike, fridge shelves, his kitchen bin, a coffee table. It wasn’t too bad and I wasn’t there for long.

I’ve had a few other bizarre neighbours over the years but these are the two who really stand out for me. What sort of neighbour antics have had you chuckling or raising an eyebrow?

The woman running out the house, if you’d of said bloke I’d of thought you were talking about the same person. Maybe it’s a thing? 🤔🤪

I had one who phoned the police and told them I was dead and that my kids were in the house alone and fending for themselves for an extended period.

Batshit fantasist fuckhead, she was.

I had a couple two doors down who would argue every other night, regular as clockwork from midnight onwards, but they’d say the exact same things. Same insults, same claims to have slept with the other’s mum/dad/brother:sister/best friend etc, and it was all done in the exact same order. It would only end when he’d either cycle off on his squeaky wheeled bike threatening suicide or one of the neighbours would call the police, he’d hear the sirens from the main road and take off out the back, before she’d deny he’d ever been there and he’d sneak back in at 4 am. It got to be like white noise in the end. But it really made us laugh one night when he’d done a particularly epic flounce (‘this will be the last time you ever see me alive’ etc) only to come riding back in the car park 20 minutes later because he’d lost one of his false teeth and needed her to bring a torch out to help him look for it.

We have some very odd neighbours at the moment. They complain about absolutely everything we do but directly to us. Like "we can hear doors closing" "we can hear kids talking" "we can hear footsteps". Came round the second day we lived there to tell us not to put our TV on the shared wall.
We've gone above and beyond for them but they still complain. £500 to carpet the hallway as we thought the laminate might be the problem. When they mention it now I say "I politely request you don't mention this to me again".

When I said well we can't hear you to them. They said "yes we sit in silence often and don't talk to each other". They're such a joy.

Also once found the upstairs neighbour in a block of flats asleep on the floor in the hallway at 2am with her phone constantly ringing. Skirt was up round her chest too so she refused to go near her for obvious reasons (all seen through the peep hole) she wasn't moving though so called the police who came thinking she was dead. Not dead, just drunk and urinated on the floor outside our door and did not even apologise the following day.

Oh this will be a good thread!

Lived in a block of 12 flats. Relatively quiet until a new person moved in and his ex gf evidently had a problem.
She was ringing each buzzer demanding to be let in. I had to shout through my window to tell her to go away, queue 2am and 5 police cars surrounding the block because she’s screaming and trying to smash things because nobody would let her in. He didn’t stay there long.

A few months before I moved out an older man moved in and decided to set up a bird feeder in the communal garden and a camera directly pointed at it( and the path for people to get in) he couldn’t see what was wrong with it- we had to call the management company to send him a stern letter. He was creepy

When I was younger, we had a women next door and she was clearly not right. She would use her broom to bang on our the kitchen window for no reason. She would stand at her front window and just watch us through it, whenever we would go out or be coming in from somewhere. Last straw was when she took our cat into her house and refused to give him back. My mum went absolutely batshit, she gave our cat back and left us alone from there.

When I was young a neighbour called my Mam to tell her that I was trying to break into her garage with a hair clip.

She said that she was watching me do it at that very moment and either my Mam went to get me immediately or she’d call the police. Problem was that I was sitting on the sofa beside my Mam at the time.

Poor woman later developed Alzheimer’s so we assume it was the start of her decline.

We had a neighbour who lived directly next to the entrance door to the block, with no window covering and would go mental that people were staring in at her… we weren’t, we just couldn’t look at the door to the building without also seeing her window.

Had an elderly couple living next door in a very studenty area so I can see it might have been annoying for them in general, but they were absolutely convinced we were slamming our back door at all hours. The thing is that all the door led to was the back yard, with an 8ft stone wall around it and no gate/access or anything else. Not even wheelybins were kept there so we never went out! We all smoked in the house so it wasn’t fag breaks. We used to have them over all the time opening and shutting our back door to see if they could make it bang… they never could but they still wouldn’t believe us!

Feeling lucky at this point!

My first flat when I moved out of home I had the police at the door one day because one of the neighbours had moved and stolen the boiler and the copper pipes when they went.

Same flat, a different neighbour had someone shouting at the window late one night and all I heard was "Linda! Let me in! The police are coming and ah've got ma stash on me!" (Name has been changed).

There was a lot more over the years, it had been so nice when I first moved there as well.

I've moved twice since then and while it's not been perfect it's definitely a lot quieter on the whole.

Islington about 25 years ago when I was first with DH. We never saw him (or his beloved) but in the small hours a mystery man used to shout up at one of the top floor flats on my street: 'Lisa! I fxxxxxxg love you Lisa!'. It went on for months. Think really strong cockney accent and an array of colourful swear words to go with it. To this day DH and I can't walk down that street without muttering 'Lisa!' to each other - it brings back all the heady romance of our early days together...!

very quiet nice keep themselves to themselves couple - in mid thirties, no children - polite - normal - maybe even a tad boring - lived there 5 years and made general dull
chit chat etc etc

one evening at 1am woke to them having a roaring argument - him smashing bottles al
over the street from reclyxking bins and screaming obscenity - after every single thing he shouted at her she screamed - oh yeah well i fucked your brother

back to normal next time we saw them - general chit chat and quiet for at least 3 further years to date

Lovely quiet neighbours but they love to garden at midnight or later with head torches .

We had a nasty man chase his DP with a learning disability with all manner of dangerous kitchen items up and down the street. Abusive cock lodger. But as a child I found it amusing. Although I never directly walked past his house. I can't believe none of the neighbours did anything. Including my parents. As an adult now I would have been on at social services to protect her as a vulnerable adult (her inherited house).

Year ago I lived in a studio flat in Clapham junction. Converted Victorian house with a good few flats and probably inadequate soundproofing.

Basement flat dweller used to leave the most apoplectic notes about noise every time someone used the communal entrance during the evening, which considering there were bars and restaurants not far from the house, was quite often.

Never saw the woman and I'm sure it was annoying for her, but if you live in a basement flat, noise is to be expected!

Another flat, different city, was in a dodgy area and one night we were awoken by banging on the downstairs neighbours door. I shouted out, half in jest "who is it" only for the answer to be "the police"!! Not sure what happened that night but we moved out at the end of our years tenancy to a nicer area!

Yet another flat, looked out of the window one day and the neighbours were mud wrestling in the garden .

I only rented for less than 10 years before buying a place but have lots of stories of funny/ dodgy neighbours!

Apart from one tenant in the basement flat who used to juggle with flaming torches in the garden, not really; although if the ones currently upstairs stop ordering from Amazon the place will probably go bust. I'm surprised they have the room to move.

The lady who lived a few doors down from us. She would put her waste in everyone else's wheelie bin except her own. She waited for other neighbours to go out before coming up to us or across the road to one of the others. We all knew that she did it.

Told us his wife was dead, sent flowers and our sympathies, saw her hanging washing out in the garden later that week !!

For 6 months our ndn kept telling us in a threatening way he was taking the shared wall down half height. Worried sick our ddogs could get out and that our dc would be watched by odd balls (his guests).. Came back one day to him sat on the wall with a sledgehammer tearing it apart..
A wall of a listed building belonging to our landlord... Not his wall at all. Planning dept weren't arsed. Ll cared not a jot.. I insisted a fence went up to prevent ddogs escaping and for privacy..

Neighbours over the back booked a tree surgeon to chop down the tree in my garden that had a tpo on. Planning dept declared it would grow back... Council here are shit..

We had a neighbour across the road throw a can of white paint from a third floor window into the street below. He clearly had mental health issues, but it was quite nice to see the street pull together to clean the poor other neighbours car that copped the worst of it.

Our neighbour opposite feeds the birds near a loaf of bread daily on his lawn. How much stale bread can one house accumulate?!. He looks like he has issues though.

We bought a terraced house in Wellingborough and next door was rented out. We were randomly woken on Wednesday or Thursday nights a couple of times a month to a full on stamping, tamberine bashing drumming evangelical religious service of some kind that happened from 10pm to midnight. The master bedrooms were the largest room in the house which is why we only had a single brick width between us and them.

My husband and I still some times shout IN DA NAAAAAME OF JEEEEEESUS! at each other across the house.

We saw a bucket line outside the house moving belongings one day, we did a little dance in the living room as they were moving out!!

When I was around 11/12 we had a neighbour move in who at first was fairly normal but maybe just a bit odd. She had a dog, and would walk past ours having a full blown conversation with it, still, not completely strange as I know people do talk to their dogs, but she could clearly "hear" the dog talking back to her. She was on job seekers allowance so didnt have a lot of money so my neighbour at the other side was very good to her and very generous. As she got progressively worse, she would shout abuse at me and my friends as we walked past, even though we had done nothing wrong. Just when she was about to move away again, she sent a letter to my generous neighbour, and instead of it being a letter of thanks, was all about how she wanted to murder children, and also sent a cassette tape which was just a lot of static noise and a jumble of words. Clearly mentally unwell but was quite frightening. I think it was reported to police but can't remember what came of it.

My old neighbour invited herself in for a cup of tea and promptly started talking in tongues, which sounded suspiciously like Bohemian Rhapsody. She was mad as a box of frogs but I loved her. When she died her daughter came to tell me and it turned out I'd been calling her the wrong name for 5 years, said she preferred the name I called her so never told me I got it wrong.