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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.

Downstairs neighbour called the police instead of the letting agent when a slight leak was dripping through their ceiling and I was out for a couple of hours. Police refused to come out, obviously, but mentioned 'unless there's a threat to life'. 'Oh... there is... um... I've heard a man shouting and lots of crashing and I'm really worried!!' (I got the 999 transcript afterwards). I live alone and work nights so they never heard me, and I wasn't even in when they 'heard' this man and his crashing...

Police broke my door in and looked very sheepish when they realised they'd been lied to.

Same neighbour clearly decided they had a problem with me for daring to have a leak that caused a few drips into their place. Sent CCTV from their workplace to my letting agent saying I had sent this aggressive person in to berate them. I had never seen this person before in my life, and, conveniently, there was no sound on the CCTV so it was simply sent to try and stir up trouble. Luckily the agent sided with me.

Had a neighbour exactly like nebbercracker from Monster House. If a ball landed anywhere near his house/garden he'd come out screaming at the kids and pop the balls. You never saw him except for then

Romanian family (around 20!!!!! adults +6 kids).
This is the reason everyone around sold or rented their houses.
Council is useless.
Despite our very cheap rent - we are planning to move out too.

As a kid, our family moved into a HA property but the neighbours on one side decided we were ' too posh' and set out on a campaign of destruction - rubbish thrown over the wall, loud music, scratches on the car etc. One time my poor dad was at home recovering from major surgery and when my mum asked them (nicely) to turn the music down, they turned it up. No harsh words had ever been spoken between families, they just didn't like us and that was that.

One Christmas, my mum decided she'd had enough so she knocked on their door with a huge box of chocolates and a card. Their faces were a picture and they actually invited her in for a cup of tea. About a year later, one day, the husband of the family collapsed and stopped breathing suddenly. One of the kids raced round to get my dad who performed CPR until the ambulance arrived. The husband unfortunately died but from that point onward, there was a good friendship and solid respect between our two families. I like to think it started with a box of chocolates.

Students moved into my stair, in the flat opposite. We were on the 3rd floor and they couldn't be arsed taking the bin bags down the stairs so their bin bags were just left in a big heap outside their front door. They came up with the bright idea of just dropping the bags down the middle of the stair to land on the ground floor to save themselves carrying the bags down. I complained to their letting agency, who couldn't have cared less. Same students also turned off their door entry system and so any of their visitors would just buzz the other doors, no matter what time of night it was.

One of my family member's neighbours objected to another neighbour's extension so they sat on deckchairs on their flat roof and shouted abuse at the builders.

Had a neighbour with an air rifle. He decided to position his target in the corner of his target and had the rifle on some sort of rapid fire mode. Very quickly our garden was full of tiny plastic balls. It genuinely hadn't occurred to him this might be a problem. So he moved the target to the other corner and did the same to the neighbours on the other side.

In my early 30s, I lived in a flat in a really quiet neighbourhood but I came out one morning to find the end of the street had been cordoned off and there were police vans and fire vehicles. The police were letting residents in and out but were otherwise tight lipped about what had happened. It seems that one of the neighbours had killed his wife but then tried to set fire to the house to make it look like 'an accident'.

Thankfully he went to prison for a very long time but for a few days or so, there were local Tv cameras there and it was quite a surreal experience. I didn't know these neighbours (they were about 10 doors down) but I always felt sad when I realised that such deep sadness, rage and unhappiness was going on behind closed doors and no one ever knew, until it was too late.

Previous neighbours seemed to take a dislike to us as soon as we moved in (their gardens were immaculate and we didn’t keep ours to the same standard). They would wait for us to be in the garden, or have family around for bbq, and they would blast rock music from their house with all their doors and windows open. We often had to move back in the house if it was too loud or involved bad language. The reason we didn’t ever ask them to turn it down was a) it was very obvious they were doing it on purpose b) my dad recognised the man as someone he’d previously escorted to prison. We didn’t want to risk them stepping up their behaviour a notch.
I liked a lot of the same music as them (the less heavy stuff) and one time we started singing along to Foo Fighters - they immediately turned off the music and slammed all the doors shut 😂 they didn’t bother doing it again after that.

We were stalked by our OAP neighbours (a man and his wife) to the point we had to move.

I once caught one of them watching me through the window. Told him to naff off and he just did it from his own garden. We put a 6 foot hedge up so he couldn’t see in but he just got a ladder and climbed up to look over the hedge to stare at me. It was disturbing. We had to keep the curtains closed all the time.

The wife was just as bad. She did her own brand of disturbing stuff.

Police wouldn’t do anything.

When we had a baby it got even worse so enough was enough and sold up.

Oh just to add on of the other neighbours used their garden as a trash can and we had to call environmental health out because the rubbish was stacked halfway to the bottom of her garden and above the back door. It was stinking, full of rats and vermin and vile.

It took several skips to remove it and the woman from the council stood over the owner of the house and made her help clean up the mess.

Thankfully they moved not long after. The woman decided she wanted to be a sex worker so her landlord evicted her.

I had a neighbour that used to play booming music from 8am right up until 11pm, scream at her child all day, swear, some weed have parties. She was a nightmare. I reported her to the council and got a noise abatement notice which she ignored and also reported her to the RSPCA for mistreating her rabbits and they were taken away from her. She then went on a vendetta against me and whenever I was coming or going from my home she would shout abuse. If my husband was out she would have people bang on my doors. One time she even threw knives over the fence at me. Police did f* all because 'she hadn't actually hurt me yet'.

We sold our house and move away, we didn't even want to rent the house to anyone knowing the awful neighbour was there, it felt too unkind and found out a month after we left she was evicted. I was so pissed off. Four years I had her as a neighbour and it was five years ago we moved away and I still suffer severe anxiety as a result.

Though of yet another because I seem to have collected a lot of shitty neighbours over the years. This time quite literally.

Purchased new house. Next door was a young couple renting. Many large dogs. Lots of poo in the garden they never cleaned up. One hot summer we couldn’t use our own garden because of the stench of rotting dog feces. There were massive flies too. The neighbour in there other side (an ex cop) had a strong word and they cleaned up. It happened a few more times though.

Also they were really noise when they had sex but he could never last long. They always played music when they did it and not once did he make it to the end of a song.

Thankfully they moved out 6 months later and the landlord sold the house to a lovely young couple who we’ve never had an issue with.

I've been quite lucky, but I did have one neighbour who told me the electric meter for my flat (we lived in a huge old victorian house converted into flats, and he lived on the ground floor near the meters) was whizzing around and kept him up at night. I called Scottish power and regularly checked my meter , I turned everything off at night and I apologised but he claimed the nose didn't stop. He was quite pushy at one point and cornered me in a bar and he wouldn't stop talking about it. It was a relief to move out.

Partner had an awful neighbour when I met him. Parking wars, notes through the door and every time we saw him he looked like he wanted to beat the crap out of us. I used to hear his wife screaming at her kids loudly each morning to get ready for school. Felt for the poor woman.

Neighbours now are fab.

I had a right tit of an upstairs neighbour once who would play music so loud, sand his floorboards at night, bang pots in the backyard at all hours. He once brought a baby seagull home and it cacked all over the flat. He lit a fire under our boiler vent and when we came home, the whole flat was absolutely stinking of burnt plastic. He was about 18, I think it was his first dhss home away from mum. Him and his pregnant gf who was also really young.

Anyway he posted on Facebook one time, and I quote, "I'm blasting music to piss off the twats that live downstairs, any suggestions"

Called the police who said I couldn't prove he was making noise to be antisocial, I said well yes I can he's put it on social media.

Popo agreed he was indeed a prat came around the next day to see him

@HighlandPony sorry you had such a crap start in life, hope things are better for you now. Please ignore that PP's empathy bypass.

I had lived in my detached house for over 20 years, in all that time we had the same fence.

A new neighbour moved in and raised a boundary dispute the day he moved in. He said our fence was in the wrong place by 8 inches.

Very long story but the upshot was that he was willing to go all the way to court. Our solicitor advised us that although we were in the right judges often don't award full costs in boundary disputes so we had to give in to him.

He destroyed my beautiful mature border, trampled over my plants and killed them as he was building an extension. He literally laughed in my face, right up close, when I was crying. He refused to pay to reinstate my border ( which was the agreement)

We had to move, it was unbearable living next door to him. I think I came close to a full breakdown.

During heavy rain one night in November I found a tiny kitten about 9 or 10 weeks old mewing pitifully at my back door. I let it in. It was drenched and trembling and so I wrapped it in a towel and dried it, then fed it and nursed and cuddled it till it fell asleep. I put a big sign in my front window saying "KITTEN FOUND". Next day I printed out loads of little slips saying I had found a kitten and I was just about to leave the house to start posting them through every letterbox of every house when the doorbell rang and the angriest, most aggressive, scruffy yobbo imaginable shook his fist at me and, screaming hysterically, accused me of kidnapping his child's new kitten.

All my attempts at explaining WHY I had given refuge to the poor little mite were shouted down with abuse. He called me a thief, a cunt, and a bitch. When I tried to shut the door on him he jammed his foot in the doorway and pushed the door back open. I was terrified and started shaking in shock and fear.

He demanded I hand over the kitten that instant, and then actually threatened to kill me if I ever took it in again.

This was how I met my new next-door neighbour.

For a number of reasons we left our house empty for several months whilst we lived at the other end of the country (work placement was supposed to be for a few weeks but kept being extended). We went back a few times to check on the place etc and always found that the back garden was in a mess (plants/planters damaged, bits of rubbish etc) and assumed that this was due to the weather and/or wildlife but DH decided to put a padlock on the gate just in case it was people. As he was doing that a neighbour came round to tell him this was unfair as his DC like to play football in our garden. When DH suggested they should play in their own garden he was told that their garden was too nice to allow ball games. Same neighbour emptied the contents of a large, distinctive (and expensive) planter that had been at the front of our house on to our front garden and put it in front of his house. When we asked for it back he told us we'd have to wait until it was the right time of year to replant and accused us of being petty for 'insisting' that he gave it back. Neighbour was a wealthy, 'pillar of the community' type.

Aye orite. Calm doon hyacinth eh😂 muppet

Mine is a full on stalker of the road.
If you're outside he comes out, knocks on doors constantly, wants to know where you're going etc, if you have a parcel left on the porch he picks it up for a gawp.
If you're not in he always tries to get it left with him then 'accidentally' opens it. Polices where people park. Goes through our bins and then knocks on to say things have been put in recycling that aren't recyclable. Follows the communal gardeners round. Goes past my door 18 times in 38 mins to the bin store with every little milk bottle top. Has many loud top down his voice conversations at his front door with other nosey neighbour.

If he has any 'gossip' runs down the road to tell the other nosey fucks what it is.

What a lovely end to the story, not the neighbour dying, but your mum was very brave to do that. Could have gone a whole different way.

A perpetually drunk woman in the downstairs part of a rented maisonette. She painted the whole back garden like the Irish flag and made a line down the front path and we were not to walk on the Irish side or use her bin which was full of nappies and bottles.
The names she called us were unprintable.
She had alot of unkept children and a husband who was "away".
When he eventually came home , we had to call an ambulance as she battered him with a frying pan and he past out on the path AND some of him was on our side !!

Mines a crazy stalker...
If you're outside he comes out to see what you're doing. Wants to know where you're going or where you've been.

If people knock on my door he comes out to ask them who they are.

Goes through our bins and knocks on to tell us there's something non recyclable in our recycling bin.

Follows the communal gardeners around.

If you have a parcel left on the mat he comes out 5 or 6 times to gawp at it or pick it up and look at it. He also tries to take it in so he can 'accidentally' open it and then has to knock on to give it you back.

Polices the parking outside and has invented a one way system.

Gawps through windows.

Has really loud conversations on his door step.

If he has any 'gossip' he runs down the road to knock on all the other nosey fucks to tell them.

Yes, I have one of these.

But: they're a huge improvement on the neighbour who lived in their house before them, who seemed to be incapable of making a good decision or generally being a halfway decent or responsible adult. Don't want to go into details as it would be outing but suffice to say since she moved out the police are no longer regular visitors round here.

Used to live in an end-terrace in Knutsford. Came home one night to find our neighbour's bankrupt builder had removed half the slate roof off the outrigger. She wanted an extension. She then persuaded us to take action against him, which is how we knew about the bankruptcy. All we got out of it was a legal bill of £800 and a bodged roof.

We moved about 10 mins walk away. Neighbour used to mow his back lawn in the nude when he knew I was alone at home.

We emigrated!