Tell me about the worst neighbour you’ve ever had

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I’ve been generally lucky with neighbours.

The ones I have now are the worst though (not a nightmare thankfully) …. Did a full renovation that went late into the night for over a year and their builders hid waste in my bins, left their empty water bottle littering my driveway, the neighbours themselves have thrown stuff over their fence into my garden.

I can tolerate them now due to their renovation being over but ultimately they are very petty people.

Got me raided by armed police as they thought I was dealing drugs as my friends visited often and they didn’t like it.
I was not, the police had to buy me a new door!

I completely get that - I hope he moves. Unfortunately, they’re absolutely everywhere, so I guess the only positive is that you know what he is and can keep a close eye on him. Anything remotely dodgy and report him as I’m sure you will

I had a neighbour once who was weirdly obsessed by me.

I was a single Mum, 4 kids.

She had 3 kids who were about my age.

It started off innocently enough, she would pop round, and it was OK, then she started with the little digs about how she used to X Y and Z with her kids and why wasn't I doing that.

Then she started getting overbearing and I didn't really know what to do besides ignore it.

She would bang on my door at 7am for me to get the kids to school because she was worried I was drinking at night. I don't really drink ever so there was no basis for this at all, nor had I ever been late to school.

She would tell me that she made cookies every day for her kids from scratch, and walk them 5 miles a day etc and I wasn't doing enough.

Then she came around with a meal plan for me because she felt the kids should have a cooked breakfast before school and I should be making foods she approved of and not my own stuff.

She borrowed money occasionally, and then she would buy things she thought I needed rather than pay me back, cutlery I didn't need, a Christmas tree I already had etc.

The final straw was her taking her daughter to my house and telling me to look how skinny her daughter was and asked me to take a photo of her and stick it on my fridge to help me with my weight problem. Her daughter was mortified and I was in shock I was only a size 10/12.

I got chatting to her son who was my age one day after I just started ignoring this woman, turns out her 3 kids were in foster care for most of their childhoods because she picked a man who tried to drown him over custody of her children and she was an alcoholic who did nothing at all with them.

Not really a terrible neighbour but I did live on quite a rough council estate for a bit and the neighbours in general were a bit odd. One side was a nice older couple who had lived there forever and made a real effort to make their house nice. They were quiet and we didn't see much of them.

The other side was a lady with a terrible speed addiction and about 20 cats. The cats were all unneutered and kept having kittens who then got conjunctivitis. I would end up with piles of kittens at mine while I cleaned their eyes. I had to call the RSPCA in the end. She also once asked if she could store her speed in my freezer because hers was broken. Her house absolutely stank. She was quite pleasant though!

Also on our square was a gay couple, one of them was Italian, they made us a lovely meal once but moved out after one threw the other through a window and nearly killed him.

It was quite colourful in general!

Downstairs neighbours have just moved out. She had a habit of using my washing line because it got the sun half an hour earlier. Will not miss them!

Some of these are true horror stories!

The lady we used to live next door to had an affair with another neighbour and when this was discovered there was a huge row and she stabbed herself. We had to give a statement to the police.

I lived in a block of flats once and there was a girl living underneath me, about the same age (early-mid 20’s)
her parents used to visit her multiple times a day, and her mum became obsessed with my cat! I caught her letting him out of her daughter’s flat a few times when she heard me calling him.
Once, when I went away for the weekend, my mum was feeding my cats for me and this woman had been posting chicken through my letterbox and told my mum she was going to phone the RSPCA on me 😂

Jeez, there are some proper cunts out there making people’s lives a misery. So many weed-smoking, lazy, noisy, messy, grifting, entitled bastards.

I’d like to round them all up and shoot them up into space with unlimited oxygen. Then they can all live together forever making their own lives equally as miserable as they’ve made everyone else’s.

Stories like these absolutely enrage me.

Smoking cannabis on a bench the other side of the hedge. I got DC recorders and haven’t smelt it since.

The worst neighbours we had were the ones who decided to keep pigs (I live in the country, but we both just have houses with large gardens - not small-holdings or farms). They built a big shed very near our boundary and would buy in about 20 weaners then raise them to the age for slaughtering. The pigs would squeal deafeningly at meal times and the stench was dreadful.
Thankfully they moved after about 18 months.
I suspect the man who owned our house a couple of owners back wasn't loved... We were told he objected to next door's dog getting into his garden so he shot it and hung the body on the fence.

We’d had no real issue with our neighbours opposite for the better part of 24 years, he retired and clearly then had nothing to do but complain, during the really strong storm in January, a tree adjacent to, but not on, our land, fell, covering our whole front garden, flattening a maybe two foot portion of his little box hedge , top landed on his drive but missed his car, so no real damage, came over, incredibly abusive, said it was our fault for not having the tree cutback, explained a tree falling was an act of god and it’s not even our tree, just continued abusive to the extent that my son told him to leave or he’d call the police, hasn’t uttered a single word to us since, though his wife always speaks, I say morning to him now just to annoy him

My cat used to do this. The neighbours said my cat gave them the creeps by sitting on their gas meter box and staring st their dog for hours through their living room window 😂

Both in the same tenement at the same time.

Paul - the thief. Stairwell was always full of stollen tvs, bikes etc. He padlocked the shared back court door and put up razor wire to block anyone using it all the time as he had a hobby of stealing any and all copper wiring he could get his hands on and it was awful dangerous for us other tenants to venture out there. Absolute knob end, though he did keenly take our old water tank and gave us cash for it, saved us a job.

The guy who lived next to him who shall remain nameless - unfortunately he has (d) schizophrenia and bipolar and wasn't compliant in the slightest, a very vulnerable and easily manipulated bloke but also completely terrifying at times. First door in the tenement so no other way to pass by. Would regularly jump out his door with weapons, screwdrivers, knives, corkscrew etc. Would spray paint Radio Gaga across the tenement wall, open his windows and absolutely blast tunes whilst inviting the young team in to drink and take drugs. Would steal the covers off the zebra crossings, take up the stop cock covers and place flag poles in them with the zebra crossing covers on them with big warning signs down the street. He bought our dd a leather skirt for Christmas, she wasn't even 6 weeks old 😂

What's a DC recorder?

Mine is so batshit that everyone said I was lying when I posted before 🤣

Worst neighbours would have had to be the students who turned their house into party central. It was absolute hell for a good 6 months. Rubbish thrown out the upstairs windows because they cna to use the bins was a regular occurence. The NYE party with 2 students getting up close and personal in my garden wall was a particularly grim time. The (naked) full moon howling wolf party was an experience. Pro tip for anyone who's got arsehole students next to them- get in touch with the uni. The students by all accounts got a stiff bollocking by the Dean for antisocial behaviour.

Best neighbours would have been the drug dealers ironically. They were very clear that they didnt want to annoy the neighbours because it would bring the wrong sort of attention to them and would end up with the Police chapping their door. They would do stuff like clear the snow and ice from the path of the elderly couple the other side of them, cut hedges and keep an eye out for people. It also helped hugely living next to a bunch of what were very likely also car thieves the day my car tried playing silly buggers and wouldnt start.

When I was young, we emigrated to Europe and after renting for a couple of years, my parents decided to buy a house.

They'd took my brother and I to see it for the first time on the day they signed the paperwork and got the keys. The previous owner a (90+ year old Holocaust survivor who seemed like the sweetest, smartest and most interesting man I'd ever met) took us into the garden and poured all the adults a drink to toast the sale.

I'll never forget the look on my parents' face as he put his glass down on the table and bellowed (loud enough so that the neighbors - who were nosing from behind the fence - could hear) "Well, enjoy the house. By the way, your neighbors are shit!" ...and walked out of the gate and off down the street.

We ended up being quite wary of them as a result. They barely talked to my parents and only interacted with my brother and I to ask us to turn our music down, or begrudgingly return balls that had gone over the fence.

After about a year of mild frostiness my mum had had enough and invited them to a garden party to break the ice. Turns out they were absolutely lovely people, and the bloke that'd owned our house was the nightmare neighbor! 😅

I've never had much luck with neighbours

Different properties but to put a long story short I'm talking paedophile, druggies, someone who loved to scream during sex, drug dealer who loved a party all night until 7am , then someone with mental health issues who would punch the walls.

So because of all of that we moved from our hometown 8 years ago to afford a detached house as it wrecked my mental health and I still get anxiety if I hear similar noises... It's upsetting that people really can get away with ruining your home which should be your safe happy place.

We had a lovely couple next door. The man died and the lady shortly started to show signs of dementia. She seemed to confuse night and day and we were frequently woken in the middle of the night by her TV blasting out at top volume. I'd ring her to make sure she was OK and she'd say Are you watching.......? It's good isn't it?
I'd say No it's 2/3/4 in the morning and she'd be very surprised! Her children were very apologetic but it did get us down. Eventually she went into care and the house was sold. Our new neighbours are a nice quiet family who go to bed really early and are quiet in the mornings!

The worst we've had it is with our current neighbour. No problems with him himself but he has a dog with separation issues. It isn't constant so I don't know if most days the dog is with him but some days when he has left them alone (there's 2), one barks and it is non-stop. The worst we had it was 10pm until 2am. I couldn't sleep.

We lived in a 2-bed, semi detached house when our 2 DC were little, and we had a lovely couple living next to us - 10 years younger, so they were mid 20s and we were mid 30s at this point. We lived in harmony for 6 years, and they said they never heard our DC - they were in the bedroom not attached to next door thankfully! We hardly heard each other at all... We socialised together, went for meals at each others homes, and had barbecues together in the summer. It was a wonderful neighbour-friendship.

Then when our DC were about 6-7, this couple moved as they wanted to be closer to family.

A couple in their early 50s moved in, and they were fucking vile. They had bought their house on right to buy on the big sink estate 2 miles away, and sold it and made about £40K (and 22-23 years ago that was a lot of money!) Then they added a £20K mortgage to it and bought the semi detached house attached to us.

From the first day in, they played loud thumping music, and had between 4 and 8 people visiting at any one time, and thery were loud and obnoxious. They played music til 1am and 2am most nights, and DH and I (and our 2 DC in the bedroom not joined onto them) could hear the thumping drivel coming through the wall. None of us could sleep.

After a few weeks, I knocked on their door at 10pm after tolerating thump thump thump coming through the wall. No-one answered. Long story short, it turned out they were out that night and had left the radio on to deter burglars!

Midnight they came in. I went around and knocked the door again, and she shouted down from the master bedroom 'who the fuck is that at midnight?!' I said 'it's me from next door, can you turn your music down please? It's been going since 7pm, we haven't been able to watch TV all night. And our kids can't sleep!' She said 'it's my fucking house and I'll play my music as loud as I fucking want to.' And then she turned it up louder. We called the police but they said it was a civil matter and we need to contact the council.

About 3-4 months after they moved in. and them blasting music out and having parties with pot smoking and loud thumping music and people pissing in our garden, we could stand it no longer. We bought a new (4 bed) house, and ours went to the homebuilders as part-exchange. (We still had to stay another 2 months though, as it didn't all go trhough overnight.. ) A private landlord bought our 2 bed house, and private let tenants started living there. I hope these old neighbours of ours got dreadful neighbours!

I cried so many tears at having to leave our lovely home because of these vile cunts.... I hope they rot in hell.

p.s. Once we had moved, I became happy in the new house quite quicky. (Fortunately!)

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Omg mine is nowhere near as bad as these! Many years ago, first house was a tiny terrace. Neighbour one side was absolutely unhinged. Screaming and yelling all day at her partner/anything you could think of. Used to hang out of the window and scream at people she was arguing with at the time on the pavement, scream through the walls when our dog barked (not much, she used to come to work with me and was almost never alone). I ignored and ignored for ages but the final straw was when she saw the dog wandering (silently!) in our garden, and shrieked over the fence that she was going to pour boiling water over her. I saw red and hammered on her front door yelling at her to come out and say it again. She went quiet then and hid from me from then on! Nasty cow. I missed that house when we moved but since then no real horrors spring to mind so we've been lucky.

Our worst is the current neighbour who films our every move and tells us about it, "you've been to work today." "Your husband came in at 10pm tonight"... I think we're her TV. She also calls me lady rather than my name in an aggressive mothering type way as she constantly accuses me of talking about her (I don't - I have nothing to say.) The most infuriated thing she did was pop around one day to say she felt my DS (who was three at the time) was a very naughty child. No context, no real question or request to stop doing something, he just appeared naughty and horrible. She clearly has had some kind of mental breakdown in the last year as she no longer leaves the house and just began behaving very odd out of no where.

The other side are equally horrible, I call them the poo collectors. She has two yappy terriers which she loves nothing more than screaming at. She lets them poo all the her yard and doesn't pick it up. Around once a month her friend/brother will come around and individually bag up all the poo and hang it from his bike handle for another few weeks before taking it to the bin. FYI the black bin is also in the yard of her small terrace house (not that any distance is a reason for collecting poo.)

Compared to the other examples on here, this is quite endearing. At least it wasn't her pants.