To ask for your worst neighbour stories?

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I’ve been lucky that I’ve not had nightmare neighbours, just rude and inconsiderate ones.

One ex neighbour used to use my driveway all the time until I blocked him in and he stopped.

Had the excessive noise ones - months of renovations, barking dog and crying baby.

A complete weirdo moved in next door and if my sons went into the garden while she was in her garden she would complain to the council that they were ogling at her........they were 4 and 6!!!!!

We reported a neighbour for noise early in the morning it was starting about 5am in the morning and waking us up. There was no way he was going to stop a very selfish man.
He didn't like us objecting so he started throwing stones over the fence when we were in the garden. Yes a grown man. Could have caused serious injury if it had hit us.
Some people eh.

Our garden meets two other gardens in one corner in a y shape. Neighbour A (rented property) has 8foot high leylandii all around the garden. Neighbour B lent over the fence in the middle of the night and cut down 4 of the leylandii that were blocking her sunlight.

She then threw them over the fence and I’m doing so knocked the fence that’s between our and neighbour A’s fence over. Landlord didn’t care and has now sold the house. We still have a broken fence (it belongs to neighbour A house).

HMO screaming all night from 8pm to 9am on weeknights.

One song blaring over & over & over & over day and night.
fighting with each other in the street every Saturday night.
Abusive language to the small kids.
garden full of rubbish, front & back.

We used to have lovely neighbours until one died and the other side moved
one side allow their kids to scream-all day long-the adults join in and then the dogs start so we can’t use our garden in the summer

the other side never put their bins out-ever
they allow it to build up to massive levels and when it starts to topple over,they go out in the middle of the night to put their rubbish in others bins
one morning,we where on the way to work (i was getting a lift on way to dps work) and we found they’d put loads of their household waste in our recycling bin which meant the big men refused to take it
dp went bonkers-and took their rubbish out-leaving it outside their gate
it was gone by the time we got home

they had the nerve to report us for flytipping THEIR rubbish by giving it back to them!

same bonkers woman spends her time hoovering her house at 4am and reporting us for noise at 4am
the noise she makes at 4am is our fault somehow

I had a neighbour text me asking me not to use the communal garden... That was pretty shocking.

As for your examples, a crying baby can't generally be helped. I had one with colic who screamed for hours every day.

I had 2 in a tiny cul-de-sac I moved into.

One was an older woman who kept coming to my door to tell me all the ways I was overweight and a shit parent, and how much better she was (until I met her son, who was around my age, and it turned out she was violent and they got taken into fostercare) She would even come and hammer on the door at 6.30am if her husband had been out taking the dog for a walk and he saw my light on 'too late', apparently she was worried I was up all night drinking and unable to get the kids to school, I don't even drink. Once she showed up with her daughter (who was mortified) to show me how thin she was and asked if I wanted to keep a picture of her on my fridge 😮 at that point I was a size 14, she would have a field day now. It wasn't just me, she did it to everyone.

The other was a really creepy single dad (he had bullied and abused his vulnerable ex to stay away from the kids he was emotionally abusing as it turned out) he would look in my windows, send his kids across the road with plates to get food, he used to leave really loud music blasting and go out to annoy his neighbours, he would even question people who parked in the cul-de-sac, and was just generally an awful person.

I hated living there and was very glad to move.

My old neighbour called the police on me, told them I had been dealing drugs in the house.

Was woken up to armed police bashing in my front door. They found nothing because it wasn't true. The neighbour was a complete and utter C U Next Tuesday and did the same to the neighbours on the other side too. 🥴

When I was in early 20's the flat below me would play gangsters paradise on repeat every day. It was constant. They were high as kites and loved it. I on the other hand, did not! I didn't live there long!

Cowboy/country and Western themed extremely loud, violent sounding sex, once a week.

Nothing too major but the family next door were great and their DD was the same as mine so their DD would often pop round to play (usually just before mealtimes, but hey, my DD liked her). Then one day there were no more visits and the whole family ignored us all if we ever saw them. I could not think of a single reason why as we're a very considerate, pretty quiet household. Their DD then taunted my DD by saying "your cat killed our rabbit". There is absolutely no proof that this happened. Their bunny did die but it was far more likely killed by a fox as their bunny was the same size as our cat. I even asked the mum if we'd done something wrong but she said no. They put their house up for sale, took ages to sell but one wonderful day I came home to see a removal van taking their stuff. They left without a goodbye and a lovely, normal family moved in

Older lady who was overbearing and very judgemental.

insisted we do t pull any plants up in our front garden until we had discussed it with her first.

Told us that our bins being lined up the way they were made the entire street look like a council estate. (Lined up)

Leaned out of her bedroom window to yell “WRONG!!” As she considered the way we were tiling our extension was not correct.

Rang us at 11pm one night (we had a new born) to tell us to stop doing DIY, we weren’t. DH went round as she could hear very loud banging, it was her electrics below floorboards at our adjoining wall popping and banging trying hard to set itself on fire! It was sparking and there was black smoke damage to the wall.

I couldn’t go out into my garden without her scuttling out to tell me something I was doing was wrong.

Direct next door neighbours have a garden full of rubbish, and so their children play on the street all day. They throw their bell, which hits my windows, bash all cars with their bikes and scooters and knock on doors asking for water and snacks. Other side direct neighbours watch me through their windows, constantly ask me to babysit their grandchild even though I'm an incredibly busy single mum, talk to my dog when he is in my garden yet run off screaming if they see me walking him by their house.
Neighbours two doors away, we call party BBQ neighbours, for obvious reasons, they even continue through winter. They hang out their washing in all weathers, in rain and even sleet, but at least their music is jolly and they keep a very clean front of house.
Neighbour four doors away, likes to wander around, to and from the shops etc., in her underwear, so just bra and pants, Winter she wears a coat, but rain doesn't bother her.

Noisy neighbours. Very long time ago but they were a nightmare. 9 blokes in a 3 bedroom house, they NEVER shut up. 3am or 3pm they were loud. Music, talking, shouting. They talked loud enough I knew they spoke English but anytime I knocked on the door to ask them to turn the music down, they pretended not to understand me.

I watched the occupiers over the road having a fight and one pulled out a knife and stabbed another.

My neighbour once climbed through my window for a cup of tea. I had met her 2/3 times in the street and said hi. She saw the large window was open and climbed on a bench then through the window to save knocking.

I never opened that window again.

I have collected awful neighbours over the years. Unemployed alcoholics next door at one point with feral kids, that wasn't fun and had to get police involved due to threats of stabbing. In recent years, I've had two sets of neighbours at separate addresses verbally abusing me for being disabled. They both heard on the grapevine about my numerous rounds of surgery, and shouted loudly that they hoped I died, and my kids ended up in care or deported (they are British but their father is not). I bought a house and opposite was Vikki Pollard. She got evicted but not before shouting and screaming at me about being a cripple, a weirdo, a saddo everytime I went outside. I squared up to her to shut her up in the end as she was kicking off in front of my kids. However, I felt sorry for her landlord as he needed to sell the house for £30k less than he paid for it. She had destroyed the house and every cupboard was off the wall, she smashed up his kitchen and bathroom, destroyed the electrics, water leaks everywhere. Totally disgusting mess. They had a leaving party in the front garden when being evicted. She had thrown out all the stained mattresses and soiled blankets, and had her family around to dine around the mess. At my last home, the man opposite was prone to bouts of nakedness outdoors, even putting the bins out in next to nothing. Abusive, nasty man who screamed at everyone for no reason, and is on a swinger website (neighbour told me and not sure his wife knows). Really not a pretty sight, and just a lunatic as well. I really like my neighbour now, she is great!! Keeps herself to herself but we can help each other out with favours. What a nice change!!

Where we used to live A few doors down some drug sellers/addicts lived.
One of the men saw my 2 year old playing out front with the other children and mums/dads on the street. Picked her up and tried to take her into the house.
I was heavily pregnant and had to force her out his arms and threaten police. The other mums and dads just stood and watched. I was crying and begging him to let her go. No one helped me.
There had been other issues with neighbour next door but this was the worst. We put the house up for sale within days.

Terraced house. Next door had two children at secondary school. The daughter did piano practice from 7.15am till 7.45am each school day. The son did violin practice at the same time. They installed an en-suite adjoining my bedroom wall and the father sang in the shower each morning when he got up at 6.30am. After a few months of this the son took up the drums and played them (no pads to muffle the sound) from 4pm when he got home from school till 5.30pm when his parents got home.

I asked them to be more reasonable and they refused, so I got the council involved and they unwillingly changed music practice to an hour after school maximum each day, and an electronic drum set that he could play silently with headphones. A year later I put the house on the market and the man next door came round after a family with small children and a baby had been round to view and told me not to sell it to them because they'd be too noisy...

In brief-

Upstairs neighbour (he rented, I owned) used to bring girlfriend and her mates home late, music, stamping around, kept me awake for hours. Girlfriend yelling out of the window to next door that he was holding her prisoner ( she left 10 minutes later). He accused me of stealing his post, slapped me in the face. Police came immediately but he'd gone out, they said they thought he was possibly dealing. CPS wouldn't prosecute as only my word against his.

He disappeared after that, thank God! He lived there 4 months, it felt like years.

The next tenants were fab, but I left the following year and bought a house.

Alcoholics who had their kids removed .... One day they had a house party with young guys. The young guys managed to burgle my house, and also have a fight that led to one of them being airlifted to hospital with a fractured skull. There was then an attempted murder investigation with police and forensics on the street (a narrow street of terraced houses) for two days.

Before that they regularly kept me awake for hours every night with their drinking, shouting, and music playing.

Nothing like as bad as some of these but CFery. Telling us, a few days after we moved in, that they were having their fence replaced, weren't using the existing postholes but wanted to dig new ones. In our concrete path.

Telling me they didn't like the leaves from our shrubs in their garden. Cutting in half a leaf that dared poke over the fence.

They went on a long cruise and during their absence a mole tunnelled all over their velvet lawn, only just below the surface. Oh, how we laughed.

One home, neighbours with feral kids, parked a massive HGV sand and gravel type lorry on the drive, used a battered car to store their garden furniture and tried to sell us stolen goods.

Home now nosy neighbours across the road who watch every move and spread rumours about people. Next door is a neurotic mess who cries and has regular tantrums which coincides with any work we have done on her house (none of which affects her in any way) and sends her DF round to "interview" any workman we have to ensure they are not cowboys (yes really) she called the police when we moved in and discovered a supporting beam needed replacing because we had too many workman at our home (they needed a few to lift the huge beam in place)

Elderly woman and her even more elderly mother lived next door. Terraced houses. Before we had kids.

We heard from the local Council our neighbours had complained we were very noisy. They reported us playing drums all night ... Council man visited, noise metered, found no noise. Neighbours said we'd been sneaky: we'd kept quiet but then started up the drumming again after the Council man left.

Relations went from bad to worse. They would shout at us, knock on walls, ... continued to talk about drums, tom-toms, jungle music ... All night, they said. Kept on at the Council, everyone they could find to listen. "Playing their drum kit last night again! 3 o'clock in the morning!"

Council man came round again to try to mediate. We did not own a drum kit, or any tom-toms. No drums of any kind. We slept all night, tired out ... young early-career teachers, both of us. No drumming. Still the old women complained, complained, moaned, whinged, to us, the Council, other neighbours ...

Then finally, after months of this, one night I was woken by a loud thunderstorm. Tried to get back to sleep. But, wait! I could hear - not very loud, but distinct - the noise of tom-toms being played. I woke my partner. Noise from the back of the house. We put our raincoats on, went out the back. Yes! definitely someone playing drums. Rhythmic tom-tom sounds from next doors' back garden.

I climbed over the fence. Found the source of the noise: below a hole in our neighbours' gutter, an empty upturned paint can. "Patter, patter, patter, tom tom TOM ..." as the rain fell from the broken gutter on to the upturned
empty can.

We told our neighbours. They moved the empty can. An apology? No, they couldn't manage that. Sadly, the older woman died; her daughter left. We also moved on. As soon as we could, got ourselves a little detached house. Neighbours? Best kept at a distance.