Why the need for name-calling? We're all going by our own experiences. Let me tell you about mine and see if you think you'd enjoy this scenario:
I left my partner, bought a house (in a rush). House ok, hadn't seen hide or hair of neighbours. Lady I bought the house from had a 'thing' about next door neighbour and whinged about her a bit. I just thought... 'speak as I find, hadn't met them'. House had a shared access - I asked if there had EVER been an issue with neighbour who had access to their own gate via mine. Was told emphatically 'NO'.
Met NDNs and they seemed LOVELY. A bit full on friendly but very nice and I was sure I was going to be happy there.
In the ensuing months after moving in (on my own), I found the kids riding their bikes in the garden, playing in the shed. The husband's nose pressed up against my window peering in and his wife alternatively berating me and apologising, rinse and repeat. That and pinching clothes off my washing line if her husband had liked them on me. Twat. I'm sure he used to do that to wind her up.
I asked them all to stop. To use the access as designed only and not take liberties, my garden and shed were not part of that. This resulted in them marching pointedly back and forth all day, every day. I don't think they did it when I got home from work but they made a point of doing it when I was home. Horribly intrusive.
I sold the house for what I paid for it - and learnt a valuable lesson. People lie. Timescale from start to finish? 4 months.
This is NOTHING like the OP who does indeed sound kind. My response to the OP was just what I would personally prefer. Over-friendly - because of my experiences - would send me into a wardrobe now.
I actually did sit in a wardrobe quite often as him or her kept trying to get into the house, knocking the door and rattling the handle. I never felt safe and I never, ever felt unobserved, under constant scrutiny. It was utterly soul-destroying and wearing and, if it happened now, I'd cope and it would be resolved very quickly; back then I just wasn't in that place of being able to deal with anything much.
So... walk a day in my life back then before you condemn me as a 'miserable dickhead'.