Does anyone else have weird neighbours?

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The man who lives below me, every time I fart he goes "ohh" I take it he can hear me but It is weird, why does he do this lol do you have weird neighbours?

louder than average dc

I often think my dsis's dc are louder than mine but felt sure I must be imagining it.

Not now but I grew up next to nudists who used to garden naked and as I was best friend with their daughter I saw their bits way more often than I would have liked

well since I haven't id'ed myself on here.... I shall just moan about my weird neighbour who put out two cones to stop people parking opposite

I hid them one night, but badly so he found them, then one other day I hurled one into a derelict garden up the road, and he has not found that one yet

mirtle Do your neighbours come out into the garden whenever you do? They sound like the type.

Our neighbour hates us and engages in passive aggressive parking. She was speaking to me a few months ago, now I'm being blanked, no idea what we've done this time!

The man who used to live across the road was incredibly odd. The first week after moving in he and his children did some gardening - at 10pm with the use of a floodlight!
One Christmas Eve He also offered my husband outside after dh parked his car in our usual space because crazy neighbor wanted to use it for his rental car. Dh accepted his offer and the crazy neighbor ran off saying my dh was being aggressive!

CruCru no fortunately , we have a locked gate but they have been known to come over the 6ft fence at the back with a stepladder whilst we're out to do little mischievous things. I try and get out of accepting parcels for them because I'd have to speak to them then.

My neighbours are odd. They've been here for two years and I've seen the woman four times. The man is odd and creepy and once, at 4am, I was in the garden just taking the dog to the toilet (puppy) and as I turned around he was stood in his kitchen with the light on watching me over the fence, presumably stood on something. Also he spoke to us but then suddenly stopped. He's sneaked into my garden before and he tried to steal some of my land by putting a fence too far into my land and claiming the whole lot was his. No chance pal.

I'm the weirdo with the lights on all day and night I have insomnia but DP doesn't so someone is always awake (yes even at 4-5am)

My last neighbours complained because I cleaned my back yard and brushed the water out into the alley and it touched their step.... What the fuck do they do when it rains?! She also made extremely loud sex noises which sounded like a whale (never heard noises like it in my life), if you banged on the wall to shut her up she would do it louder!! (She knew a 3yr old could hear her btw). I got that fed up I shouted at her husband "I don't know where you're sticking it but next time make it her mouth so she stfu" (I feel no guilt about this they were vile people that kept reporting me for dogs barking when I didn't own a dog and they knew there was a kennels across the road)

We are probably the weird family. Put the elderly street residents noses right out of joint when we moved in and didn't introduce ourselves. They live 5+ doors down, we live in a city not a village

My neighbour is more than a little eccentric.

He has lived there for at least 25 years, but no one in the otherwise friendly street knows much about him, including other people who have lived their for 20+ years.
When the previous owner of my house had the knocked the 2 reception rooms into one, he thought that was a good idea so did the same. With a sledge hammer, on his own. My previous owner only realised when the floors started to slope. He hadn't made any attempt to prop up the load bearing wall and had fucked the houses either side of him.

He couldn't afford to repair it, so the council had to come in and do the remedial work, and put a charge on the house to recover their costs if he ever sells. He was SO incensed by them doing this that he then removed the stair case, and moved into the upstairs of the house, using a ladder to get up and down, and pulling it up with him at night, apparently to stop the council getting in.

He has windows open ALL year round, including the very coldest winter nights. And when he is out. I think the only reason the house hasn't been burgled or squatted is because you can obviously see the occupant is a borderline hoarder.

And he doesn't believe in recycling, so shouts at the binmen when they do the quarterly drop of recycling bags. I don't think I've ever seen a bag of rubbish outside his house on bin day, so god knows what he does with it.

He is also not a big fan of gardening, so once a year, he sprays weed killer over absolutely everything, and then leaves the dead plants in the garden for the rest of the year. Then more weeds grow to chest height and he does it again.

Oops poster too soon.

In "retaliation" the elderly man leaves our bin in the street whilst taking everyone else's in (I'm on mat leave I've seen), not give Christmas cards, eyeball me in the street.

Because I'm petty and childish, I leave our bins out until dark because I know it annoys them, ditto letting the front garden get a bit wild before it gets mowed. Small things!

We rented out last house and the LL warned us about the neighbour, told us never to let her in the house. She's very loud and nosy. Turns out when he lived there their 14 yr old was alone one day so NDN knocked on the door with a towel over one arm, ran up the stairs and had a shower.

Just before we moved out her darling 22 yr old grandson was climbing over our conservatory at 4am. No, he never drinks/takes drugs... I had a stand up battle with her, she kicked him out then asked us to sort out their computer password so GS couldn't steal their internets (?)

We've moved and now we're the weird ones

I think we're the weird neighbours. But so is next door. They have random really late night gatherings in their tiny open front garden. Where they all yell and swear snd drink. They're definitely worse.

we have a lazy weird neighbour but can't work out which one it is who puts their binbags in our wheelie bin so they never have to take their own out!

On one side, they mow their lawn in pitch darkness (well, light from their kitchen windows) at around 10.30 pm! (once a fortnight)

Another one on other side washes his car around same time under streetlamp. (nearly every day, hes ocd with his car).

My ndn is weird. She alternates between wanting to be my bff and chucking evil looks in my direction. I don't know why, have never been anything other than polite.

Not as bad as my old.ndns though. They were horrendous. She was an amphetamine addict and he was a heroin addict. She used to be cleaning the house at 4am screaming at him to get his dirty smack riddled body out of fucking bed as she needed to change the fucking sheets.

I used to secretly wish she would switch to heroin just so she would shut the fuck up but that's a shitty thing to wish on anyone so I have never admitted it.

They sold up in the end and moved to a caravan in Skegness.

The new ndn was lovely but when he emptied the cellar he found skips full of shite from 5 full size industrial sewing machines to bags and bags of clothes going back to the 80's we reckon along with 3 mini fridges still in boxes and a collection of stuffed teddy bears that filled half of an old Victorian double cellar.

It was quite creepy when they were all in the skip!

At one of my childhood homes, there were two old bags 'dears' who lived next door. They were mother and daughter. When we moved in, daughter came round to introduce herself and basically wanted to know absolutely everything about us, and DM politely chucked her out. They owned the top 2 floors of a tenement and went in round the back and from their doorstep, they could look over the big wall round our house and see onto our back green. As there were no windows overlooking our garden, we were never quite sure how they always knew when we went out there, but as soon as we started hanging up washing or cutting the grass, there they were, commenting about the size of my knickers (DGM refused to hang them out after that! and they were small, I hasten to add ), the way the washing was hung, the colours of the clothes etc.

The worst had to be at DGM's funeral. They were, literally, hanging out their front windows to neb at the cortege. My uncle took umbrage to this, and as they walked back to the house after the interment (the cemetery was just round the corner), he looked up, waved and shouted, "Hello, darlings. Fancy a quickie?" He then removed his hands from his trouser pockets and his trousers promptly fell down, as the button and zip had given up after he lowered the coffin into the grave! Cue much scandalised huffing and puffing and they never talked to us again.

This is clearly just a joke.

there was an old couple in a massive detached house next door to where my flat was. every Sunday they would get horrendously drunk and have vicious arguments. she would lock him out and post his clothes out of the living room window, and he would do increasingly staggering circuits round each door, trying the handles and bellowing WHY WON'T YOU DIE? at his wife, who would flap about triumphantly in the kitchen.

my flat was 2nd floor so I always had a front row seat. they were insane.

My mum used to have wild parties and invite the neighbours - one who was a regular used to get drunk and whip out her colostomy bag to show everyone. If we were really lucky she'd show us her stoma!

Mine, Curviest? Sadly not a joke, all quite true. There were many more incidences with those old dears, but you probably would not believe them, either.

We can hear our downstairs neighbour use the toilet when it flushes and also when she sneezes. I dread to think what she can hear us doing especially because we always have sex on the floor of the lounge.

My neighbour moved in 8 months ago and still has things wrapped in bubble wrap in his front room (I'm nosy). He also has his Christmas tree still up. I'm starting to think the things in bubble wrap could be bodies! He's a right odd bod.