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Nasty neighbour stories? If they got resolved or if you or them ended up moving?

I have terrible neighbours and have asked advice here before and read similar threads which end without a real conclusion.

So what did finally happen?

We moved. But on a visit back to visit nice neighbours, arsey neighbour came out and got arsey, then had a heart attack

Exit - did you lose money on the move?

We didn't move because of him though.

Where we live now we also have problem neighbours.

Maybe we are the problem

No, not at all. But had lived there for 13 years

Exit - I feel like that too
Although everyone in our office at work has shitty neighbours

We have lived here for 2 years and it's up for £12k less than what we paid for it

I've had two sets of awful neighbours. First set played horrible dance music at full blast until late into the night, every night. I was a child but my mum badgered and badgered the council. They did come round a few times and ended up confiscating two sets of stereos from the neighbours, but they just bought a new one. In the end we moved.

Now we live opposite a family with three kids who have no consideration for their neighbours whatsoever. Every day in summer the kids play with a football in the road, and because of the slope the ball always rolls down to our house and hits our hedge or my car. The kids also miss it and it slams into our front door or windows. They damaged the door this summer. When we asked that the children use a soft ball instead of a leather football, the mum said "my kids can do what they want and if you don't like it, you can move". She then called the estate agent to try and get us evicted . We got the PCSO round and he said there had been other complaints about them. He went and talked to the parents but until they cause serious damage that we can report, I don't think anything will change.

What can you do when people are so selfish that they truly don't care about the effect they / their children have on others?

I lived in a terrace with a family next door - worst neighbours ever!

3 boys, two at school one still at home with SAHM, the whole family only communicated in shouting. Dad would smoke weed in the back garden by our dining room and kitchen window - letting the stink in.The pre-schooler was up all day from 6am until 11pm at night screaming and hitting his toys against the shared wall. One Christmas the family decided to get a Labrador which barked and howled all day. No one walked it so it used to go in the yard to poo (which they didn't clean up). Because they had knocked through the back passage for bins to get extra garden space we had to walk through dog crap every week to take the bin out.

They were so aggressive with each other - blazing rows, slapping the kids, kids getting into fist fights in the street (the two older boys were maybe 7 and 9) that the thought of speaking to them about it was petrifying. Talking to other neighbours we were told there was no point as they had a tendancy to send the kids around to "accidentally" scratch cars, break windows etc. We just suffered in silence and let the stress eat away at us.

I honestly nearly had a mental breakdown from living next to them as there was no peace - ever. This was a nice area too and it made it unbearable- we finally moved after 3 years to a nice quiet area and my sleep, eating habits and general anxiousness and nerves have improved no end. I am not joking when I say that family nearly killed me. When we left we told our landlord and hoped that he might speak to them (as he didn't have the risk of them knowing where he lived).

I could write a book about my ex neighbours (in fact, I think I have over the years on here).
Like Sacred has said, it affects not only your property, but mental health.
I was beyond depressed/stressed/anxious for years before I finally cracked and moved out (I owned the house) and it was utterly destroyed in 3 days.
I sold at auction and actually made a profit (I had lived there for 15 years )
In the meantime, I stopped paying the mortgage (I don't necessarily recommend this) but my mortgage lender put the house up for auction for me. And what I hadn't paid on the mortgage was able to be paid back out of the profits.
O bviously it was not ideal - I would have been in debt had I not been able to pay the outstanding mortgage off.
I honestly didn't care at the time.
One family ruined not only my life, but those of an entire estate.
Everyone was shit scared of them. And there is that "no grassing" culture.
But I definitely got the (much) worst of them.
They were absolute sadistic low-lifes and drove me to the brink of suicide on many occasion.
The police did nothing - and admitted that their involvement could make things worse.
They were right .

Emm - I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. I hope that you are in a better place now.

Kap - thankyou
I am, now thank goodness.
I have often wondered what has happened since I left.
It all went on about ooh 15-20 years ago and I hope the authorities take things more seriously now.
But if your neighbours kid gets an ASBO what will your life be like with the rest of them ? They have an unerring ability to know who told, even if things are done as anonymously as possible.
Un - marked police cars ? really ? they can smell them.
I really, really feel for people who are going through "neighbour hell"
What makes people DO it ?

Next door have just been evicted and im sooooo relieved!
We share the same landlord and from day 1 it was constant parties, loud swearing, smoking weed, tipping dog shit and rubbish into our garden, despite never having even spoken to us, hammering up and down stairs at all hours, random skaggy drug addicts always hanging around and peeking in through our windows. They had 3 gorgeous kids under 6 as well.
:(
They stopped paying rent after 2 months, took the landlord another 10 months to get high court bailiffs to make them homeless. Landlord is a genuinely nice bloke with children the same age and he really agonised about having to send in police and bailiffs into a home with 3 small children.

Kind of nasty neighbour story. Quiet older woman living next door (semi detached) for ten years. Knew her husband was a convicted paedophile and in prison. Then they let him out and he moved back! Genius plan, what with the infant school round the corner and my three young children. Honestly though, he wasn't the problem. It was the vigilantes :( They smashed their fences, kicked their door, slammed their big wheelie bins against the door, smashed the garden up, smashed windows, threw paint everywhere, scrawled graffiti, screaming and hollering in big gangs. Cars honked when they passed at all hours. Passers by would throw things which would often end up in my garden or hit my windows/the kids play equipment. My DCs would be woken up by shouts, screams, the whole house shaking and resounding to things being thrown at their house, police sirens. I lived in fear of somebody torching their house. Thank fuck they moved but it took a while, and I don't know why he was allowed back anyway! (Rented council house, his victims still living about three streets away).

We lived in a lovely terraced cottage with friendly elderly neighbours. All the gardens were joined so we often chatted with our neighbours and shared gardening items etc.

Then a new couple moved in. They were loud and would often drink in their garden and make a fair bit of noise but they seemed friendly enough.

After a few days the huge 3am domestics started- screaming and shouting several nights a week. One night I head the woman scream for someone to call the police as "he had a knife" so I did. The next day I had both of them at my door threatening me for getting the police involved.

Then they turned on me (I was very pregnant by this point). They would get drunk and scream abuse at my window, bang on my doors and windows when I was home alone, push threatening notes through the door etc. each time we called the police and each time they came but said there was nothing they could do.

Finally, one night, they started banging on our windows and doors threatening to break in and "burn the f'in house down!" I had a panic attack and had to be rushed to hospital as it brought on contractions (which thankfully stopped).

Eventually we made the decision to move house as I didn't feel safe to leave on my own, let alone bring up a baby there. Police have them an ASBO when I was in hospital giving birth for vandalising the house. They reckoned I was targeted because I was pregnant and they had experienced a miscarriage. It was definitely the worst 5 months of my life.

We moved when my DD was 3 days old and it was the best decision we could have made.

Mum to be - I think I'm targeted for similar circumstances. Our neighbours couldn't have children

Sacred - I totally get what you mean when you say it affects your whole life

I haven't got children and I was the only one who didn't in my area (surrounding streets) I was also the only person who was out all day. so they could do anything when I wasn't there. They soon got to know my work pattern.
They are like the Eternal Bully - pick on the vulnerable.

years ago I bought a house next to an old couple - they both died and the house was sold to a couple of drug dealers - it was horrendous - druggies at the door all times of the day and night, often banging on our door as they got the wrong house, loan sharks coming to the house at all hours asking us if we knew where the neighbours were as they owed them money. I asked a friend who was a policemen if there was anything they could do - apparently they had raided the house on a few occasions and found nothing, but they were still under surveillance, so I suggested that the next search warrant included their cars as that is where they kept their drugs - they sold out of the boot of the cars.

I eventually sold up and moved, and now live somewhere with no neighbours - I agree neighbours can make your life hell and I really feel for anyone living with horrible ones.

Our neighbours were car dealers (on the front drive) and had a shootout (on the front drive) with a rival car dealership. We put the house on the market after the rival car dealership had splashed petrol over our neighbours house (detached but 6 feet from our house). The people who eventually bought our house were the only ones who didn't ask about the neighbours.

Thing is, they were really nice.

Next door broke into ours twice & stole stuff. We couldn't prove (to point of law) it was them but we knew. We were told much later on by the brother of one of their mates that they boasted about it.

Vandalised dad's car loads of times.

Smashed windows.

Why? Ex-p had a trench coat (90s) so in their deluded heads this meant he was a copper. He worked in plastics manufacturing.

We moved house to get shut.

Silver - our last horrible neighbour was a drug dealer. He got shot and died

Wowsers guys truly terrifying stories.

I seem to have bad luck with neighbours... So far I have owned three properties:

Flat number 1 my first flat. It was teeny and I could not afford to furnish it (lived for quite some time with a bed, a set of step ladders left by the previous owners, a chair from a skip and some wine glasses!) but it was all mine and I loved it. Until a local "property developer" acquired three of the other flats in the stair and used them to supplement one of his other 'business interests' a B and B. He used to rent the flat for weekends to stag parties etc. noise, puke in the stair that was never cleaned up, the front door being kicked in regularly as he presumably didn't give them enough keys and so on.

House number 2 I ended up as a single parent so I was thrilled when I managed to buy a wee ex local authority house, on paper it was ideal: two bedrooms (I had been sharing with DS), a garden, in a good school catchment etc. but unfortunately we were two houses down from the neighbours from hell! Three kids who were completely feral, the youngest was three and used to come into my garden and House all the time just climbed over (High) fence or walked through open door. At first I chatted to him and gave him biscuits etc but soon realised this was not a good idea :( his parents would scream at each other calling each other all sorts, had the police out frequently, knives were pulled, stolen goods removed, stories of drugs and so on. As DS grew up the boys started to bully him calling him a baby for holding my hand on the street. DS was four by this point..... I decided to sell up as did not want DS growing up in that neighbourhood, could see it would get worse once he was at school with them. So I so,d house losing tens of thousands. Bought a flat in a much nicer area but

Flat number three is in a lovely area close to the university where I work. Unfortunately the area is very appealing to students. Not just any students. Rich students. Rich students who can afford £300k flats (mine is not £300k unfortunately as is smaller!). Currently have an ex Etonian and his braying mates living above us. You would not believe the noise. Not just music but incredibly loud voices braying to each other, stamping around on wooden floors at all hours despite my repeated requests to consider neighbours. As he owns the flat there is no landlord to complain to and the council come out, tell them to be quiet then leave and it starts over again.

I do not have the energy or the money to move so spend a lot of time out and a lot of time with earplugs. So glad that I have finished my course as there is no way I could study here.

Sometimes the thought of moving to the outer Hebrides is very appealing

We are blessed to have nice neighbours either side of us, which is important in a terraced house like mine I think. They are both quiet and considerate older single professionals.

Woman on my left has a noisy family that visits once a week though, can hear the kids screeching and running up the stairs like elephants through the walls. but it's only once in a while and they only stay for a few hours so I don't rock the boat

However it's not always been good. We once lived next door in our first place to a couple that rowed loudly in the early hours. One day we got a note through our door from the landlord saying that the entrycode for the door had changed because of a 'severe' incident. Turns out that the bloke had strangled his girlfriend during an argument. We didn't stay there very long