My Crazy, Psycho Neighbor

[RoyalPrincess]

Do any of you have neighbors who are psycho like ours?


We live in an apartment complex, and there are parking spaces in front of the building for residents.We have one neighbor who is so possessive of one parking spot in front of the building that as soon as someone backs out of the spot, he will: come running out of his apartment, hop in his car, back his car out of the parking space right next to it, and pull into his prized parking spot. The sad part is, the majority of the time, he will come running out of the apartment in his jammy-pants to snag his "prized" spot. He obviously doesn't work, because this occurs on a DAILY basis. And the "prized" parking spot is only a few steps closer to his apartment than the one next to it. I think he may be a few french fries short of a happy meal, if you catch my drift.

And this is the same neighbor who called the cops on us at 3 in the afternoon because we were reportedly "walking too loudly". Yep, 3 in the afternoon. We go over to the office to talk to the apartment manager about it, and the manager says "Yeah, he's called over here quite a bit to report you walking too loudly. He says that at one point you ran through the house at 4 in the morning and knocked pictures of the walls. He says he has tried to come up and talk to you about it, but no one is ever home." What the heck? The guy is such a pansy that he will avoid interaction with the other neighbors at all cost. (If you are walking down the stairs, he will pretend that his keys don't fit in the door just so that he doesn't have to have eye-to-eye contact with you). He obviously didn't come up and tell us to keep it down. And to think he gives electric guitar lessons in his living room every Tuesday at 4 p.m. that rattles the floor and shakes the walls. Funny how we have yet to report or call the cops on him...

Don't even get me started on the wife. She (or he, it has yet to be determined...) and him both are chain smokers, so every 10-15 minutes, they go out on their balcony to puff another cigarette. And up comes the smoke. So it has been an enjoyable summer with the windows shut all of the time.


Do you guys have any neighbors like these?

 

[Albort]

i had my my neighbor walk into my house to my room door, bang on it, to which i grabbed my lacrosse stick and told me my TV was too loud... its 7pm...

Im glad i moved into a house...

 

[usnuzuloose]

Either the manager will deal with it or won't. Not worth complaining about. You could move to a regular house. Apartment living is what it is.

 

[cluvsdisney]

Our downstairs neighbors used to harass us. It started right after we moved in. We received a letter from the mgmt co that we were making a lot of noise. We were moving in! It didn't take us long to get things unpacked and I know we weren't unreasonably loud. The letter referenced doing work with power tools at odd hours. That must have been when we hung one curtain at 3:00 in the afternoon. We used a drill for 4 screws. Maybe 6. SMH.

Then they took to banging on the ceiling which makes me insanely angry. Then they started flushing the toilet repeatedly while DH was in the shower getting ready for work. Every single day. We complained to the board/mgmt co about that.

By this time, we knew how difficult and unreasonable they were and that they tortured the family who lived here before us. They had a toddler so it must have been horrible. We were friendly with the building staff and one of the guys said she complained about the sound of water running though the pipes in the basement. He didn't hear a thing. The wife told him that if you lay on the floor in "this" spot, you can hear it.

We we were advised to call the cops for harassment if they continued. Which they did by calling at all hours complaining to us. We wouldn't even be moving. So one night, I turned over too loudly and the phone rang so we called the police. It was so absurd but it stopped.

Now they are friendly to us. DH used to be on the board and somehow things were smoothed over. As a favor to him I let it go and will be polite but I will never forget how awful they were and how terrible it was to be uncomfortable in our own home for absolutely no reason.



Our next door neighbor is is kind of a butt. He's loud and has big fights with crazy girlfriends and forgets his keys a lot. He's knocked in the door as late as 1am so he can crawl through our living room window onto the fire escape to get into his apt. (He saw the lights on). One night he decided to climb up the fire escape which scared the bejesus out of me. He's been pretty quiet lately. He doesn't bother me though and he's generally a decent guy.

 

[mousehockey37]

I currently have a neighbor that lives in the apt below me and he's a royal PITA. He's in the military, but brags about how he doesn't have a job. Too rub it in, he has a brand new Audi. Must be nice to not have a job like the rest of us. He also has a jeep. Now, mind you, I live in a 1 bedroom apt and so does he. Well, when his gf comes over, she has her car as well. So that's 3 spots that they take up in front of our building. There's 12 units in this particular building on the complex. There's people that don't get to park near the building because of this toolbag. Unfortunately, I've gone to management and they just keep responding that "parking is first come, first serve". I've responded with, "I don't pay to park my car in an overflow lot while he has 3 cars at a 1 bedroom apartment, it's BS." Let's just say that caught the manager's attention, but nothing's changed.

Anyway, so on top of the cars (which like the OP, this guy hunts the 1st 3 spots for his cars (& gf's)), he is constantly in and out all day. You'd swear a freakin herd of elephants was going in and out, and then all he does is slam the door.

Other neighbors have complained about him and subsequently they've all moved. My gf actually over heard one of the management team outside talking about how I'm one of the longest tenured residents in the building, and they were wondering why they have such high turnover. Well, when you have people complain about the stuff I listed, but refuse to do anything about it, maybe that's why....

But OP, you're not alone. Amongst trying to look at planning a WDW vacation, I'm trying to see what I can do to find a house to rent or possibly buy and if people then try to park in my area or cause problems, I deal with it on my terms, lol.

 

[tasha99]

Many years ago, I had a neighbor underneath us who complained we were too loud. If we walked up the stairs to our apartment, it made to much noise. If we flushed a toilet, it was too loud. She notified management all the time, but they found her claims ridiculous. Ironically, she was pretty loud and annoying herself because she had several parrots that squawked and talked all the time. She finally quit complaining about us after my daughter (then a middle schooler) told her her birds were too loud. Guess she was afraid we'd complain on her, but I take a certain amount of extra noise as part of apartment living.

 

[dawnhaze]

I live above my superintendent. He makes a point to yell at me in the hall anytime I see him because my window air conditioner is too loud. (They all are... Including the one he has in the window right under mine!) In the winter his complaint was me vacuuming. Which I did in the afternoon - and still do, but I guess the air conditioning drowns it out, lol.

The people above me have three kids under five, and people next to me have two small dogs that yip-yap all the time. It's apartment life - people should buy earplugs or move. I've only ever complained to the city about noise one time, and it was a car alarm that went off for five hours in the middle of the night, so not even in the building.

 

[Jedana]

We had a downstairs neighbor that worked graveyard at a casino. Ok, we understood that, and we had a teen and 3 year old at home. So, during the day, we made the effort to be quiet for them.

[I need to point out that the apartments had a little playground directly in front of them, and the pool was next to the playground.]

It worked for about 2 months, then one day DS was sick, so we stayed home. about 2pm, DS was in bed, sleeping; I was on the computer in our bedroom and they started banging on the ceiling. I didn't even have the sound up on the computer. They came up about 30 minutes later, and the guy screamed at me about all the noise I was making and how they were trying to sleep.

the next day, I was still home with DS, and the same thing happens--except this time we were cuddled on the couch, watching a movie.

And the third day, same thing. This time, DS was playing in his room, so he might have been making some noise, but it was the afternoon, so hey, too bad. He terrified DS, and when I told DH, he had had enough. He went downstairs when he got home and told the guy to not come up to our apartment anymore, and that if the guy had a problem with us making noise at 2 in the afternoon, that was his darn problem. (Only I'm sure he used words that weren't as nice..)

And I said, "well that's enough of us being nice."

We didn't let the kids stomp through the house, but neither did we "hush" them constantly either. DS played at the playground, and we swam in the pool, and we were no more noisy than any other tenant.

But this guy...he couldn't stand any noise from us. Our garage backed up to his apartment (it was unattached to our house, and we had to park my car in there, because there were 30 parking spaces in the whole darn complex (but over half the complex had a one car garage. you would think that would help, but no, not really.) If I got in the car at 1pm, he'd call the office to complain about it.

We had 2 cats. One day, I took DS to preschool (on my day off, oh the horrors ) so I could have a few hours of me time. I was sitting at the computer desk in our bedroom, playing a video game--with no sound on--and the two cats ran across the floor. Those 2 8 lb cats made so much noise apparently, that he had to pound on their ceiling and then came upstairs and threw the chair we had on our little "balcony" by the front door over the railing onto our real balcony.

So, I called the complex and told them what happened. I told them that I was done with this--I called the police and asked them to please send an officer over. They came, told the guy to chill out, asked us to be quiet. And when I showed the officer what I was doing when he freaked out, and the cats ran across the apartment again, he started pounding on the ceiling again--with the police there! The officer said "yeah, he's a jerk."

After I picked up DS and came home, he was playing on the playground with DD. I was upstairs on the balcony, watching them, on the phone with DH. The neighbor came tearing out of his house and started screaming at the kids--got right in DD's face as she was pulling DS behind her. She was only 13, at the time. I ran down the stairs, got between him and her, handed her the phone and told her to take her brother upstairs. I told him to shut his mouth and that if he ever talked to my kids again, I would personally beat his behind. He kept yelling at me and tried to go up my stairs, but I stood there and blocked him (and it took a lot for me to stand there in front of my stairs--my first marriage was abusive and I was starting to panic--but he wasn't getting up those stairs at all). DD's on the phone with DH, panicking, but they were in the apartment, with the door locked. (Good girl)

DH takes off from work, and tells the secretary (as he's bolting out the door) to send the police to our house NOW. He worked about 15 minutes away and it only took him 8 1/2 minutes to get there. The guy had enough of trying to get past me and started heading to the office (past the pool) when DH came flying in to the parking area (didn't even try to park, just hit the brakes, slammed in out of gear and got out). He quickly went back into his apartment, and less than 3 minutes later, the police showed up. They couldn't do anything to the guy, other than tell him to knock his stuff off, but they did have to restrain DH a bit from going after him. DH sat outside the apartment that night, waiting for the guy to leave to go to work, but he never left.


The apartment complex let us break our lease, with no penalty. We were out within 2 weeks. We were very noisy during the move, and we didn't start moving until the early afternoon, when he was sure to be sleeping. He came out to say something, saw DH and the other 4 guys that were helping us move, turned back around and went in his place.

When I was doing the clean out, the kids were with me, and helping to clean--and sure enough, as soon as we started cleaning, the pounding started. We had everything done except for cleaning the carpets, and I sent the kids outside to the car to get the cleaning solution. He came out and started yelling at them to shut up (with not nice words). I heard that, went and got them and went to the office. I explained what was going on, and the lady in the office was horrified. She was from their main office, and made sure we didn't get dinged for not cleaning the carpets.

A couple of DD's friends lived in the complex still, and they told us he got eviction papers that afternoon, after we left. The kids still talk about the "horribly mean neighbor" back in Vegas.

 

[LBIJim]

No horror stories, just a few oddball neighbors. One guy was also overly possessive about "his" unassigned parking space like in the OP. A handful of times I saw him move his car one or two spaces into his preferred space.

I also had a "no eye contact" family as neighbors. When the wife was alone she might nod and say hello, but when her husband or kids were present, they all pretended you weren't there.

Then there was the old lady busybody complex gossip. If you ran into her in the laundry room she'd say something like "oh, I noticed you didn't come home until 3am the other night. What were you doing out so late?" Or she would give you some dirt about another neighbor.

There was a table in the laundry room where tenants would leave their unwanted books, decor, or household items for other tenants to take if desired. The same busybody took it upon herself to determine what was trash or what was worthy of remaining on the table.

 

[MrsDuck]

For our first year being married we lived in my grandma's condo. The by-laws of the community said we could live there even though we weren't 55+. We lived there just to save money for a bit.

We are very quiet, calm people who attracted attention only because we were young. We had a neighbor who ALWAYS watched everyone from her open door and would find a way to spend a good 30 min talking to you.

The person upstairs had mental issues and let their bathtub overflow MULTIPLE times.

Thankfully, in that year, we saved enough money for a down payment and closed on a house a year and a few days after being married.

Apartment life is not my cup of tea. I hope you find peace, OP!

 

[barkley]

we had ones that were nuts-but thankfully never caused any major issues for us personally.

our favorites-

the crazy drunk who locked the door to his home at a prescribed time each night, so when his 20'ish son would come home late (and usually also drunk) he would be pounding on the door begging his parents to let him in. this would go on for a good 30 minutes or so until dad would sneak out the back door and start chasing the son around the backyard while throwing empty gallon wine jugs at his head. our apartment looked down on their home so it was cheap entertainment

our resident 'crazy artist'-same housing situation, but the artist lived in the same Victorian house we did (cut up into individual apartments). when he got artist's block he would try to unblock it with large amounts of cheap wine, and then he would take the empties (again gallon bottles) and play basketball with them in the dumpster-usually around 3 in the morning. he also took over our entire 'parking area' (no one used it b/c street parking was more convenient) for about 3 months at one point to make his latest 'masterpiece'-a spin art painted Volkswagen bug. he was behind on alimony, found a cheap used bug that was already primered and decided to 'flip it' to come up with the money for his ex. dirt, bushes, trees, the exterior of the overhang that covered the parking area were all splattered in the process. to his credit he did make a good chunk of change when he sold what ended up looking like someone had wrapped a vw in a Jackson Pollock canvas.

 

[RoyalPrincess]

Some of these stories are NUTS! I didn't realize how psycho some people are today!!

I think our apartment complex could have it's own reality T.V. show. No, seriously. I think we live in the mental nutcase apartments! We came up with a series of nicknames for each of the neighbors in our complex. I will give you their nicknames and a rundown of what they do.

The Key Players
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'Underwear Man' - This guy is probably in his late 60's. He lives with his 80+ year old mother. He developed this name by the fact that he would come out onto his balcony and just stand there, watching the neighborhood in - you guessed it - his UNDERWEAR!!! He doesn't even wear a shirt! So what do we do? Go out and enjoy the show !! No more like - shield your eyes children! He would also walk over to the mailboxes, which was quite a bit away from his apartment, also in just his underwear and without shoes.
He also never closed his curtains, so you could always see into his living room. His mother never came outside and never left the apartment, but we could see her in her wheelchair (on the 2nd floor) just sit for long periods of time. So, we kinda wondered if there actually was a mom, or if he was playing both parts...

'2nd floor' - these are the people in my original post. Probably the worst neighbors we have ever had. And not in a funny way.

'Tow-Truck Guy' - Has had his car towed about 8-10 times now (he's lived here about a year now). And that's just the times that I have been home to witness it. He uses a different towing company each time. The thing is - there is nothing wrong with his car. The car gets towed in the late morning and returns parked in the parking lot by the late afternoon.

'Red Headed Loretta' - This lady is in her mid-40's. She is right across the way from us, and she will sit out on her patio and just stare across the way. And this isn't a discrete stare. She will stare at us like this minus the smile -----> The reason why she got her name was because she looks just like a former neighbor we used to have across from us (Loretta), but this lady has red hair.

'Drunkards' - The name says it all. It's a family with a stepmom, dad, son and young daughter. They used to have loud parties every weekend. It was quite interesting on 4th of July. Alcohol + Firecrackers = property damage 'Underwear Man' had had enough of their shenanigans on the 4th of July, and came over to yell at them.




This post is really therapeutic. Hmmmm.... let me try and think of our other neighbors.

 

[3boymthr]

We live in a Single Family with woods behind and to one side so only one neighbor to deal with and while she's a little idiosyncratic it's not overly annoying. (she drives to her mailbox to pick up the mail - it's only 50 ft).

OTH - in the apartment we had before we had this house we had a doozy of a neighbor. He was a very nice guy. It's what he got up to every evening that drove me crazy. Let me put it this way, he was single, in his early twenties, had a lot of girlfriends and his bedroom backed up to our kitchen. Like clockwork every night at dinner there would be lots of banging and screaming and not of the fighting variety. It was crazy and annoying - especially since he knew our kitchen backed up to his bedroom .

 

[KennesawNemo]

Back when DH and I were both students, we rented an apartment fairly close to the campus.

Every couple other nights, the man lived downstairs would leave around mid night, came back in about 30 mins, with a woman (not sure if it was the same one), and they would immediately start their "business".

They were downstairs, but I am not kidding in telling you our whole apartment would be shaking. Our desk, our bed, our sofa, all furniture, would be shaking because of their "business". And yes, they were loud.

We didn't complaint 1) at that time, we were late person, usually don't go to bed until 1 or 2am everyday. 2)That guy was mostly quite during the day and did not cause any other problems to us. 3)we were shy and maybe more embarrassed than him although I don't know why

The worst part is couple months after we left that apt and moved into on campus housing, I happened to find one of those websites where you can put in your address and find if there are any sex offenders near you. I tried my old address and he was a registered sex offender......

 

[Planogirl]

We had a neighbor once that kept on cranking up his music and drove us batty. I expect to hear some noise in an apartment but when I'm in the far side of the place away from him and I'm singing along to the lyrics then it's a bit much. He said that his cat kept on turning up the volume.

We finally moved when the guy downstairs and another a few doors over plus the original guy decided to all get loud. I remember standing in the living room yelling at DH (so that he could hear me) that I'd had enough. We've only lived in houses since that time. They aren't perfect but way better.

 

[manning]

The Key Players
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'Drunkards' - The name says it all. It's a family with a stepmom, dad, son and young daughter. They used to have loud parties every weekend. It was quite interesting on 4th of July. Alcohol + Firecrackers = property damage 'Underwear Man' had had enough of their shenanigans on the 4th of July, and came over to yell at them.

In only his underwear??

 

[iheartdisney]

Yep, I do, and we own our house The strip of curb space between our driveway and our neighbors- she guards it like her own personal Iwo Jima! If anyone parks there she will run out and start demanding to know their business- which house they are going to, how long, etc. It is funny, except any friends that come over know that my neighbor is crazy.

On trash day it is a little tight, trying to fit 6 cans in that space - three of mine, three of hers- but it is rarely an issue because I hardly ever have yard waste. But one week I put all three of my cans out and I guess she thought I took up too much space and put one of my cans back on the curb! And another week a box had blown out of my recycle can because it doesn't have a lid. I saw it as I was pulling out and was planning on picking it up when I got home because I was running late to get the kids from school. Well, she was neighborly enough to pick it up for me. And passive aggressive enough to throw it in the middle of my driveway.

She was a pretty cool neighbor when we first moved in five years ago, but she's been getting a bit more crazy as time goes on. (we all kind of noticed it started around the time their son came out to them) On July 4th her husband was hanging out outside and we were laughing about it. He said, Hey, I'm sorry my wife is such a *****. I said, Hey man, don't tell me you are sorry, you are the one that has to live with her!

 

[MomofKatie]

We have been lucky to only have a few really wacky neighbors.

The single guy who lived in the townhouse next to us back in the first few years of our marriage was a little weird- he invited us over for dinner when we first moved in, and proceeded to tell us during the meal all about which pieces of furniture in the living room were good for sex. He even told us all about how he liked to position his lady friends on the sofa. Um, icky, dude. He was older, too, so it was pretty creepy to us back then- we were in our late 20s at the time.

Our current next door neighbor is really annoying. The wife is a vegan PETA member who hates whenever anyone in the culdesac grills out. She gets on Facebook and comments that we are all terrible people who are animal killers. Interestingly enough, she lets her pets run free through the neighborhood, won't get them spayed/neutered, allows them to poo in everyone's yards, and is fine with them getting run over, sick, in fights with other animals, or her cats killing birds and other small animals.

She is super-religious and thinks anyone who doesn't share her denomination is going to "you know where". Because of me being an atheist, and the fact that we are polar opposites when it comes to political views, she won't look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge my presence if we happen to be outside at the same time. This, of course, doesn't bother me in the least! I don't have to interact with her, either, which suits me fine.

Mostly, I just pretend nobody lives next door. The only thing that makes me really irritated is that she has told other neighbors she "feels sorry for their daughter- she doesn't know the Lord, so she will turn out bad". My DD is a straight A student who has been accepted at the top high school in our state (one of the top 25 high schools in the country). She has never had alcohol, never smoked or done any drugs, hasn't had sex, and is a wonderful, respectful girl. Her kids (all 7 of them from 3 different dads) are, in order: unwed teen mom who is addicted to heroin; HS dropout unwed dad; second HS dropout unwed dad; 3rd HS dropout; HS grad with a good job (her father had full custody, so never lived with neighbor); current 7th grader with serious boyfriend ; and current 6th grader. But MY child is the one who will turn out bad?!?

 

[RoyalPrincess]

In only his underwear??

You betcha! But this time, I think he had sense enough to put on a white undershirt. Still no shoes, but hey - at least he put on a shirt!

 

[Christine43]

we had ones that were nuts-but thankfully never caused any major issues for us personally.

our favorites-

the crazy drunk who locked the door to his home at a prescribed time each night, so when his 20'ish son would come home late (and usually also drunk) he would be pounding on the door begging his parents to let him in. this would go on for a good 30 minutes or so until dad would sneak out the back door and start chasing the son around the backyard while throwing empty gallon wine jugs at his head. our apartment looked down on their home so it was cheap entertainment

our resident 'crazy artist'-same housing situation, but the artist lived in the same Victorian house we did (cut up into individual apartments). when he got artist's block he would try to unblock it with large amounts of cheap wine, and then he would take the empties (again gallon bottles) and play basketball with them in the dumpster-usually around 3 in the morning. he also took over our entire 'parking area' (no one used it b/c street parking was more convenient) for about 3 months at one point to make his latest 'masterpiece'-a spin art painted Volkswagen bug. he was behind on alimony, found a cheap used bug that was already primered and decided to 'flip it' to come up with the money for his ex. dirt, bushes, trees, the exterior of the overhang that covered the parking area were all splattered in the process. to his credit he did make a good chunk of change when he sold what ended up looking like someone had wrapped a vw in a Jackson Pollock canvas.

I was having a really horrible day but this made me laugh like a lunatic. Thank you!