to want to read of your neighbour(hood) from hell stories?

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I had a neighbour that played music all day, screamed that my baby was a blind, black bastard/monkey (he had mixed heritage children too!) and salshed my tyres on a regualr basis. He also tried to get into my car to beat me up once.

He was a drug dealer too.

We lived in the most expensive area and our neighbour was a plastic surgeon.

I went to court and gave evidence via videolink once i had fled the poperty. He was found not guilty as he was careful never to behave badly when i had visitors etc.

He died of stomach cancer about 6 years ago i heard.
(sorry if this thread has been done to death)

i think my neighbour poisened my cat :(

Lived in a flat a few years ago. The flat below was home to drug dealing motorbike man, but upstairs was an alcoholic couple. I would come home to find the bloke asleep across my front door, face in a pile of his own sick. They spent a week or two pissing outside my flat door (the hallway was carpeted) because I complained about their loud music.

One evening he started beating her and she was screaming for help. I phoned the police and shouted up that they were on their way. He legged it and I went up to see if she was ok. He had brutally raped and beaten her and she was bleeding from everywhere. I had to go to court to testify but she refused to speak in court and he got away with it. They left court holding hands ad were both immediately arrested as they left the building.

I still see them occasionally drunkenly fighting in the town.

Some of these posts make me feel sorry.

I had a neighbour who was obviously very unwell. Used to smell my washing and it it smelled the same as hers would call the police to say I had burgled her.

Told the police she had CCTV of me breaking in, it was a blank tape she also told her 3 kids I was a witch and would kill them all.

I felt sorry for all of them, one day they just left after SS became involved. I do really hope they got her better.

Oh and I once lived in a place where I found a human turd on the stairs, a man asleep on the communal landing and another guy jacking up. That's was lovely

i worked with a colleague who had a neighbour who would get blind drunk, then try to into her flat as he had forgotten where he lived. He would think because he couldn't get in that his girlfriend had locked him out. So he would smear his own poo all over her front door. She would come into work and say quite matter of factly that she'd found human shit smeared all over her front door again.

Our upstairs neighbour was a drug dealer and people would come round and stand on the bonnet of our car and throw bricks through his window. We would then have glass all over our front garden.

Both of these were while living in croydon. What a special place that really was!

When I was a student there was a riot in our street once. Two gangs fighting it out one of the lads said he was off to get a gun and went back to his in the next road. Thankfully by the time he got back the police had turned up. Me and my two housemates peering out, we didn't have a phone in the house.

Then another night a few weeks later a gang came round to get me next-door neighbour and give him a good kicking as they reckoned he'd burgled their tv. They milled about for a bit then went tp get reinforcements, I slipped out to the phone box to call the police. Then saw a huge gang coming back up the road. Ran home, next door neighbours wife and two kids ran out their house and I shoved them through the door of mine. Her shitty hubby was hiding in the back garden. They kicked the front door down of their house but fucked off when they didn't find Anyone.

A few weeks later the police did a drugs bust on the other next-door neighbour and dragged him off. I'd grassed him up for dealing. He wasn't actually dealing but I'd been tipped off he was going to do our house over so I wanted him picked up. He was a burglar as well so I'm sure the police found something to pin on him.

DH and I first lived together in a tiny little flat. Do you remember old Butlins style chalet blocks with a downstairs, exterior staircase, and a long open-air walkway with chalet doors along it? It was like that. It was dirt cheap and nice enough but full of transient tenants on short term leases who were - to out it politely - odd. One night DH hid while I was in the shower and jumped out at me. I did a shrieking thing. Five minutes later there's banging at the frot door and there's Mr Downstairs Neighbour with a huge kitchen knife wanting to know if I'm okay ...

Next door on the left was a drug dealer and one afternoon two semi-naked girls knocked at our door asking if we had a spoon and foil they could borrow. An hour later they were back with even less clothes asking if we had any

Next door on the right shared a balcony with us, she shattered her sliding door during a party and left glass all over the balcony for days and days. DH saw her in passing and mentioned that our cat liked sitting out there so would she mind sweeping it up when she got a spare five minutes. Later that day we saw her on the balcony in a thong and t-shirt cleaning the glass up with a Hoover.

When we moved we got a flat above a bakery which was nice enough until the bakery was bought by new owners. She got her dad to do the baking for her which he started at 3am using industrial mixers, etc with the radio blasting for company. I asked for a quiet word and said I didn't mind the mixers so much - you've got to work, etc - but could he leave the radio off until a decent hour (I suggested 6am as I got up for work at 6 anyway). He told me to eff off out of his shop and threatened to 'ruin' my face if I came back. It all escalated, including them locking us out of the shared yard (our only access to the flat), threatening to kill me for running across my bedroom floor (to get the phone!) because their customers heard the thuds, and them deliberately leaving the radio on full blast 24/7, even when the shop was closed. We eventually went to the council who got us to keep a diary and installed recording equipment. The bakery got a visit from them and it turned out that when they took over and remodelled they ripped all the sound proofing out of their ceiling which the previous owners had installed to avoid disturbing the two flats upstairs! It also turned out the place was riddled with mice and none of the staff had any sort of food hygiene qualifications. This was also our fault, queue more aggro from them, and then they shut down and we moved.

Next flat was great until the old tenant moved out and a couple moved in. Whitney bloody Houston every night at wall shaking level from night one. Then it became epic arguments including breaking things and shrieking followed by Whitney Houston and noisy make-up sex. Several times DH went to knock on their door or we (and the family next door) rang the police because they would be beating each other up. They got jobs so it became every weekend rather than every night but because they were storing it up all week it became Ben more epic. On the night I went into labour with DS they had the cheek to put a passive-aggressive note through the door asking me to "keep it down and show some consideration" because I had the nerve to pace the floor the first night and shout at DH to "take me to the fucking hospital now!" on the second. After we brought DS home there were lots of notes about his crying even though he slept through so any crying was during the day and the washing on the line in the back yard was restricting their view (what view?!). This is not even touching on the elderly couple out the back who stole our cat and then had a huge go at me for abandoning him.

Now we live in a lovely two bed house and the neighbours are all lovely - a nod and a smile as we pass and that's it :o

Well. When I was still married we had the neighbours who never actually walked their (obese) dog, just let it out and didn't clean up when it shat right in front of our door (on shared drive). That was fun to explain to dd1's friend's mum when they were over to play. On our other side were a friendly old couple, the man of which decided to tell me how he was concerned about 'tea leaves' in the area and had thus wired his (corrugated metal) shed to the mains- suggesting that we do something similar (in fact I just told dd not to go near the shed, ever). Then I had the mad Lithuanians who destroyed mail and caused random police visits to see if I'd heard anything at 3am, which no I hadn't because there was constant loud music, but I suspect the woman (and young kid) living there were not enjoying it any more than I was and the incident was likely DV related. They also liked to smoke heavily in the stairwell, which apparently is perfectly legal even though smoking in workplaces is banned so I had to just deal with it when pregnant and nauseous until I managed to move. And have parties in the communal garden until the early hours. It was at this point I learned that anti-social behaviour legislation is completely fucking useless. Then the bizarre guy living next door in my last flat who when asked to try not to turn on music at 2am because I had a baby and a youngish child, was extremely apologetic- then told me that as he wasn't working at the minute, he didn't have any awareness of time. He was actually quite a nice guy, just completely oblivious to normality. The fact that I've just had to glare out the window to move along the annoying ned gang who like to congregate on the corner and screech at each other is practically tranquil in comparison.

my friend has a mad upstairs neighbour who gets very drunk about 3 times a week and plays 'heartbeat' by Nick Berry on loop at 4am.

Not really my neighbors but my Nan and Grandad live on a housing estate and about 15 years ago a young guy moved next door. He used to play music all day and the bass actually used to make my grandparents walls shake.

My grandparents could not live a normal life because they could hardly hear each other speak, the tv, the doorbell and the phone ringing.

One day my nan had a decorator round and she couldn't hear a word he was saying so she snapped and went next door and begged the guy to turn the music down.
The guy got really aggressive and put his hand to the shape of a gun and put it to my Nan's head and said "Where I come from, this is how we deal with people like you." My nan is Scottish so she replied, "Where I come from someone like you wouldn't last two minutes" and left.
A few days later the guy upped and left, he abandoned his house.
The funny thing was, the kids on the estate that had seen the previous altercation believed that my 70 year old nan had topped him :o . So after that they were so well behaved when my nan was around, moved their bikes out of the way when she walked past, never kicked a ball against her fence, no knock down ginger.
Even though these kids are adults now, I still think the believe she murdered him .

Music can be a real nightmare. People are very inconsiderate. I'm so glad people manage to move away.

I was going to post on this about some awful neighbours we had, but I already posted a year ago in another name.

Does that make me a sock puppet now?

WomanDriver, your nan's a star!

Scotsgirl with the murdered neighbour and nailman wins the prize for worst neighbours though - if you can call it winning!

Ah this brings back wonderful memories of the lovely council estate I grew up on. The first family in the house next door to us moved out after the father was stabbed to death by his BIL for beating up the mother. The two boys in the second family grew up to be petty criminals. The woman in the next house along had her car torched in her driveway because she was reputedly an informer. Her son is now doing time for being caught boarding an intercity bus carrying drugs and a shotgun. The house along from that was squatted by travellers who trashed the house and kept horses in the front garden. The neighbours on the other side were actually pretty normal bar a bit of feuding and benefit fraud.

We were a classy neighbourhood

We had the house next door bought by a private landlord who rents to those who need social housing. A young (20ish) woman moved in. She had lost custody of her young son due to her mum kicking her out due to her drinking/drug use. She would play music all the time, tv booming, screaming rows with her friends, people turning up threatening her over stupid things. She also had very noisy sex including spanking (rumour was she was a prostitute). She got custody of her son back and it all continued. I phoned social services to tell them and they just said she seemed pleasant when they visit her!?!?! Well she's not pleasant at 3am when she's threatening me because I asked her to turn the music down or completely wasted in charge of her child or letting her 3 year old play out alone on a busy road.I know social services like to keep children with their mothers but I dread to think how he will turn out. I bet he was much better off with the foster family who had been looking after him.

Once about 5 of them threatened me at my door in front of my toddler and the police basically took the attitude of we were as ba as each other cos I asked her to turn music down. Her and her friends would shout abuse at us in the street. We got environmental health involved and they issued an abatement order but kept letting her get away with it. More and more warnings, more recordings needed. I couldn't take it anymore and I wanted to leave the house to get repossessed. In the end we rented it out and we rent somewhere else. Our rent is double what our mortgage was. We had to leave our first family home after 8 years because of the hell she put us through. Writing this all out makes me want to cry.

Police/council need greater powers to clamp down on this. We were told if it was a council house they could kick her out - forcing her in to private housing to ruin lives of more people.

Gosh, lots of neighbour from hell stories on MN today!

Life changing experiences :(