Have you ever lived next to the "neighbor from hell"?

Oh ya...LOL Years ago, we bought an old farm house...a real 'fix-er-upper...in New England. As we worked on the house and property, we created a lot of interest from our new neighbors... Directly across the street, lived an elderly couple...a very religious elderly couple... Since our kids were grown...and we had gone through taking them to church every Sunday...running them to CCD classes...getting them all through Confirmation...we no longer attended church... The old gentleman across the street was pretty cool with everything..a 'live and let live' kind of guy...but his wife set her sites on bring us back to the church... We'd be working along on the house, doing one project or another...on Sunday...and she would come home from church, actually run across the street and start screaming at us at the top of her lungs...'You're going to hell...You're going to hell'...and proceed to yell scripture and quotes up the ladder...or where ever we working... One Saturday night the old septic system failed...so Sunday morning hubby and I went out to dig up the leaching fields to remove the obstruction...and get things flowing again... Sure enough, along came our neighbor from church...screaming at us 'You're going to hell'...We just waved, said 'Good Morning'...and kept digging. As she yelled and screamed Bible quotes at us...we hit 'pay dirt'.

The blockage became unplugged...and the toilet water came flowing out of the septic tank...splashing on us...chasing us down the trench... It seemed that our neighbor was right...We went to hell at that very moment...LOL At least it seemed so... Somehow we did remain friends over the years...any time we had company..she'd show up at the door with a plate of 'goodies'...and would come in and crash the party. One Christmas Day, we had all the kids and grandkids over...busy with gifts, visiting and our buffet...sure enough, there was our neighbor at the front door...She brought photo albums AND a video tape of her daughters wedding...and INSISTED that each person see the albums, admire each picture...then she popped the video in, turned off our Christmas music...and made everyone watch the entire wedding. No, she wasn't a lonely old lady...just pushy as hell...She certainly did qualify as the 'neighbor from hell'.

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Oh yes Next door, on top of & below. I lived in one place where the next door neighbors were drug dealers.........they had parties every single night...........I called the police every night for 93 days.......they would pick them up, they would get bailed out..it would start all over.....until I met someone who knew people in the DEA.. One tuesday at 9:00 in the morning...........it was all over...and there was peace I had neighbors on top of me once, she loved to mop the floor at 6AM on the weekend & bang on the floor board while she did it right above my bed. I have my own home now............no more dealing with neigbors from hell................. I also have had roomates froom hell..................but thats another story .

Their Dog - Among Other Things Actually, I've had several neighbors from hell. One was the openly gay couple - which didn't bother me -when I lived in a townhouse complex and they would have parties on their patio. They lasted all night long - and I do mean all night!

Why did I mention that they were gay? When they had their first party - I looked out the bedroom window and there were some strange people there - get the picture? They're the runners-up however, to the couple that moved in next door to me where I am now.

Fortunately, they got evicted after about 6 months for non-payment of their rent. But, when they were there, they drove me nuts! For starters, there was their Dalmation which sat out on their patio or in the back yard and howled all night.

I don't just mean howled, I mean the s-o-b HOWLED for hours, never letting up. A call to the police department in this little small town was about useless - they'd move the mutt in for a couple of hours and it would start all over again. Adding insult to injury, they never used a pooper scooper and the odor on these hot, summer Texas days would really get overpowering when the wind was blowing in my direction.

And it was really great when I'd be out cutting my grass, something they didn't believe in doing - correction, it was done once. At least there was a fence between us, but that didn't help. Their weeds would find a way to work their way into my yard as would their trash since I don't think they ever used the curbside pick-up - just let it pile up in the yard and let the grass and weeds grow over it.

Out front, the grass and weeds grew. And grew. Finally, the town's Code Compliance people had it cut and billed them - I think the charge is about $150 - then, they let it grow again until they were evicted.As a postscript, all their furniture wound up in the driveway and was sitting there one evening when I came home.

The next morning, most of it was gone and I have an idea they never moved it. When they cleaned the place out, they had to replace all the carpeting, patch holes in the walls, and basically gut the place before someone else could move in.At least the people living there now are human. I feel sorry for whoever they may be renting from now.

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It could be worse. My neighbors are dreadful people. The teenage daughter sometimes just starts hammering on her car horn for no apparent reason, and it can go on for many minutes.

They are generally noisy and obnoxious. When the parents are out of town, she invites her friends over for underage drinking parties that involve much vomitting and vandalism. The worst part is how they treat their dog.

This old dog is starting to go deaf; I know because I've walked up behind him on many occasions and startled him because he didn't hear me coming. Their house is on a blind corner, and the dog wanders out into the street where he can't hear the cars coming and the drivers often can't see him until they're right on top of him. It's going to get him killed some day.

The worst part is that these people have a large fenced yard. The dog doesn't even want to go outside the fence. The father has a fetish for his immaculate lawn, and he shuts the dog out of the yard so the dog will go crap in my yard and in the neighborhood park rather than on his perfect lawn.

Of course, they never clean up after him when he does this. It's bad enough that they are so disrespectful as to force their dog to shit on the neighbor's yard and in the neighborhood park, but the worst part is their complete disregard for the dog's safety and wellbeing. I'm sure other people have had worse neighbors, but I sure wish these people would move to California where they belong.

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I'm helping someone who does - nasty people. One of my best friends lives in a village next door to someone who qualifies. Examples: one of her neighbours was walking the dog that she'd volunteered to look after for the weekend; dog did do-dos within sight of the neighbour and the lady hadn't thought to bring a bag.

Neighbour shouts abuse at her; she apologises profoundly and goes back to collect a bag. The following Sunday morning he waited for her outside the village pub and threw a large bag of dog-do at her. My neighbour has quite a large garden; he insists on coming into it in order to wash his conservatory roof, and when I wrote a polite request on her behalf the reply was very personal and rude.

However, his most recent trick, which nearly broke her heart: she has a mobile home in her garden in which lived her elderly brother and his son. Two days after the brother died, these people wrote to the local council demanding that the mobile home be removed and the son basically rendered homeless. I volunteered to do the negotiations with the authorities on her behalf (she's not a very sophisticated person); even the officer from the council indicated - without using words, of course - that he was pretty disgusted at the two-day interval.It took me about 50 hours work to do all the research, form-filling, letter-writing (she couldn't afford a solicitor).

Thank Heaven the whole village rallied round her and did a letter-writing campaign on her behalf - to the point where at least two people have tried to get an anti-social behaviour order imposed on him. What makes things worse is that he's a school-teacher, so you wonder what example he sets for his students..

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