Hey Pandas, Tell Us About The Rudest Neighbors That You've Ever Had (Closed)

When I was really young, and my family rather poor, we lived next to a family I can only describe as the stereotype of “trash”. Parents didn’t know it for some time because they presented themselves as polite and friendly to them. Worst part was, the mom of the family was our (my brother and I) babysitter.

1. While our parents were gone, the sitter and her adult son would lounge around our place all day, watching tv and eating all the food. Bro and I were given nothing but kool aid and soda all day. Didn’t get actual food until mom got home and made dinner. Both parents had to be to work incredibly early, so breakfast was frequently the sitter’s responsibility.

2. They sitter used to use our washer, dryer, and supplies to do their laundry. That ended the day the sitter a.) accidentally turned the dryer on with our cat in it (cat was fine), and b.) I decided to “help” and poured a big load of bleach in to the washer full of darks and jeans. The last was doubly bad as the sitter left a 3 year old alone long enough to drag a chair over, get into bleach, open the washer, pour said bleach in, close washer, and put bleach and chair back where they were.

3. Sitter’s power got turned off (even with 4 adults living there and supposedly making money), so they ran an extension cord to the back of our place (outside utility plug) to get electricity. Cord was hidden, so my parents didn’t discover it until the next power bill was way up. Dad found the and disconnected them. Kept an eye out so they didn’t do it again.

4. The worst of the lot. Mom came home from work early only to discover the sitter didn’t know where my bro (age 5) and I (age 3) were. We were discovered over 2 miles away playing with kids in another neighborhood. To make matters worse, we didn’t go there together. Bro wandered over that way on his bike early on in the day, I eventually found my way over there by myself a while later. I’d like to mention we lived along a busy road, where people drove by at 70mph.

I’m sure this will rile up some people about our parents. I’d like to note this was over 30 years ago. Our parentS were very young, and cared a great deal for us. My bro and I never complained about issues, being hungry, etc. - they honestly did not know the sitter was so inept. My bro and I thought it was perfectly normal to be able to do whatever we wanted. My mother was absolutely horrified by some of the stories I told her about those years. I will say those early experiences made the two of us very independent people. That being said, we NEVER allow any children we were responsible for to experience the same. It’s a wonder we didn’t get lost or kidnapped.

There are so many! Where do I start! I've lived in many shared wall (or ceiling/floor) situations and I'm always below or next to the noisy people. I lived under the perpetual creaky bed (they had a lot of fun), or the playing music so loud I can hear the words people. I currently live next to this type again.

It started before I had even moved in. I was there trying to paint a few walls before I had my furniture delivered. It was a Friday and they played their music from 9 am until 6 pm. I realized being the new neighbor after the place sat empty for a while that maybe they just didn't realize anyone was there. So I asked politely for them to turn it down.

The guy kept coming over barging into my home saying, "It's not too loud. It's Ok." And then going back to his house and turning it back up louder. I went through like 6 months of this behavior. He would also trying to tell me everything that was wrong with my house as an excuse for his loud music. I even offered to buy him some wireless earbuds. But he didn't like that suggestion cause I wasn't talking nice to him. I was exasperated!

It got to the point that I finally went ballistic. One night I'd had enough and started pounding on his door. I told him I wouldn't stop pounding on the door until he turned the music down. This went on for about an hour and half. He came out threatening to call the police or whatever a couple times. He even told me he was dying in six months (this was in January and he's not dead or looking sick so...).

Finally, I called the police. I explained to them that I was sorry about my behavior and I know that wasn't the way to resolve things. But I didn't know what to do, and I was sorry for wasting their time. Since basically the police really can't do anything. I was practically crying when I called. So they were very nice to me and one of them said he could definitely hear the music from the street. (They had pulled up dark and silent so they could hear it) They went over and talked to my neighbors. And talked to me again before they left. They told me that the neighbor told them they were moving in a month. I said "yeah right, he told me he's dying" We laughed. Then I could hear one of the police yelling at my neighbor to "keep clear of the vehicle".

This guy is such a piece of work. He's an obvious drug addict, doesn't work, the woman who lives there also doesn't appear to work at least she never leaves the house and is meaner than him. Their house is a wreck no gutters on one side and trees growing in the gutters on the other side. They would routinely have an ambulance coming to their house and either leaving without either of them or he would be carted off but back the next day. I even heard her yelling at him one night that he was gonna be dead by morning from an overdose.

Funny thing is, since I called the cops on them, I've not heard their music anymore and they haven't had an ambulance visit. I found out they were going to move because they had been delinquent on the rent or mortgage and were being forced out. But, thanks to corona they're still there indefinitely... *sigh* I need to win the lottery so I can live out in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors for miles.

Not as bad as some of you, but we live way out in the country. City guy buys 10 acres next door, builds his house as close as legally possible to ours (50 feet away), then spends the next 10 years complaining about the noise of our kids, dogs, and chickens. Drives up and down the road honking his car horn at 5 a.m. when roosters crow. I mean, we were here a long time before him, wish he would move back to town.

Guy next door playing the drums awakened us at 5am on a Sunday...Called police who told him to stop. We heard "but its Sunday" and the police saying "and your neighbors want to sleep".

I live in a huge townhouse community managed by an HOA. Years before I moved here, they had hired a Hispanic lawn service to take care of the lawns, shrubs and trees. I'm talking blocks and blocks of maintenance. They always did a great job. So I had this next door neighbor who was an old "Karen-type," always complaining to the HOA and gossiping about this or that person. One time, she called the police on a neighbor, because she falsely assumed the mother had left her two young sons alone. Of course, when the police arrived, they were greeted by the grandmother, so that was the end of that. I guess she didn't spy hard enough to know about the grandmother. She seldom ever complained directly to her victim.

Then on another day , after the 2016 election, one of the guys approached me and asked why old Karen said the following to them. Apparently, she, being a supporter of trump, took it upon herself to tell the crew, "well, I guess you'll all be sent back to Mexico now, heh, heh, heh." I told him she said it because she was a racist. I learned early to keep my interactions with her at a minimum. After that remark, I never spoke to her again.

Moved into a rental and was visited on day 1 by a neighbour and 10 male relatives armed with picks and shovels demanding the money the landlord owed for his half of the dividing fence. They didn't take it well when I called the police.

My neighbor wanted to park his 10 cars on a hard surface instead of his lawn but didn't want to pay for concrete. Instead, he bought a dumptruck full of gravel and had them pour it all over his lawn to a depth of a foot and more. It didn't bother him that the gravel ended up on my lawn, too, since he never cared much for respecting or even checking property lines. When I did, I found out the gravel on my side covered an area about ten feet wide, thirty feet long, and 1 - 1.5 feet deep.

It was in the summer, 90+ degrees F, and my dad and I had to move it all with shovels.

After several really awful life experiences endured over long periods of time, and then several more in a short space, I had a breakdown. I was quite ill for a while and in danger of losing my home (after a successful 25 year career). I decided to sell up quick, use the limited equity to buy a flat with no mortgage, give myself space to heal and then try to pull my life together again. I moved from England to just outside Glasgow (property for price, and being near to a cosmopolitan(!) centre for when I started to try and get my life and career back on track.

I had around three months of ‘breathing space’ before I discovered that my direct neighbour in my block is a vehemently racist, anti English, abusive old lady. She considers the block ‘hers’ (think Bea Smith) and has several ‘lackies’ in the building.

I’ve been accosted in the communal hall, had profanities and conspiracy theories screamed at me. Ranging from English c**t and f**k off back to England to pounding on my front door screaming that I’m a nark on witness protection (?), worthless, a witch (?) a bitch and so forth. Unfortunately my rear windows back onto the communal outdoor space. If she sees me in my own home she shouts abuse through the windows, or just stare into my home. When she’s drunk, she’ll stand outside my front door screaming that I’m a freak. I’ve been accosted in the street with shouts and jeers. My bins are consistently filled by her and her mates, my front door is constantly barged by them when passing.

I had another breakdown and now tiptoe and hide around my own home. I have severe panic and anxiety attacks andI never go out. The police have been involved but on a ‘she said’ / ‘no she didnt’ basis there is little they can do. For perspective, I’m naturally very quiet, considerate and polite, and had no dealings with them other than to engage in a friendly hello when I came across neighbours in the building.

It’s hell. It’s been 18 months. I’m currently trying to save from my disability benefit for the costs to sell up and move in hopefully a year or so.

Not mine but my parent's neighbor. She keeps a broom in her hand all the times. If anyone walks through the common lobby, she abuses badly and then gets to sweeping and mopping and asks the visitors to sweep and mop as well. More than rude, I guess she is crazy. I have had the pleasure of meeting her in this lock-down and when she started after I went through, I don't know why but I started laughing at her face.

Didn't have rude ones but totally insane. We moved a lot and managed to end up next to a few of them. The worst was an older guy who had lots of physical issues/deformities that he didn't handle well, hated himself and because of that the entire world. From the moment we moved in (apartment building of 6 flats) he took our existence as a personal offense. He lived to make everyone else miserable, from smaller stuff like leaving his radio on with the volume up to the max when he left his flat to absolutely crazy s*** like being up all night so he can sneak into our side of the garden to break freshly planted little trees in half, scratch our cars' paintjobs, chase our cats and the like. He even destroyed his OWN rosebushes when they dared to bloom and be pretty. Later he told my father he'll kill us kids if he has the chance, that didn't go down with him (dad) very well... The guy had other "interesting" habits as well like not using heating but instead pushing his furniture around all night to keep warm because it made him happy to think he "cheated" the system by not having to pay for heating. Not eating properly but rather leaving a small, open can of liver pate on his porch until it was full of ants and bugs and then eating that for "more sustinance"...
One day he thought we weren't home and stood next to a small sapling of a tree in front of our flat for a long time, visibly shaking and not being able to control himself. In the end he started hitting it with a rake to destroy it. We phoned our dad who never got home as fast as that day, foaming at the mouth with rage. (He's an otherwise incredibly patient man...) He got out of the car, grabbed this a**hole by his collar and just lifted him off the ground. Unfortunately at that point he realised that the guy is lighter than a 6 year old, if he does anything to him he'll be killed and "he would get as much prison time for it as if he killed an actual human being" so as much as it took all his might he put him down and walked away. But I guess the look in his eyes was enough, after that the crazy f*** toned down his actions.
I was not unhappy when we eventually moved.

My current next-door neighbors are the rudest ones you can ask for. Each day at about 1:30 in the morning the 2 year old (let's call her Joetta) runs outta the house screaming for no reason at all. Then, after about 5 minutes, comes running back shouting "Daddy, daddy!!". Then, a little later, the 8-9 year old (let's call him Joe) walks out, for some reason being a captain obvious about random little things. He isn't quiet about it, either. He likes to tell the whole world that the red car sitting in the driveway is red, or that a Toyota just passed by. On top of that, the duo's mother isn't exactly great at her job, so she runs to the door after Joetta, shouting at her to come back, but as soon as the child runs out of the house, the mom sighs and walks away until Joetta comes back. Joe is a little goody-two-shoes in front of his mother, but later when he's out and about with his friends, he likes to cuss and torment Joetta. And this all happens right outside my window. None of them have disabilities or mental health issues, so they do this out of choice. Thank you, Joe and Joetta, for deciding to move right next to me.

The p.o.s. tried to break into my apartment while I was at work. Fortunately my other neighbors caught him and called the police.

My parents have lived in the same house for over thirty years. The house to the right of them has been occupied by several generations of the same family. The matriarch of the family was a really nice lady, but her sons and grandchildren were complete idiots. One of her sons kept climbing over our fence to get into the backyard because we had a lot of old cans back there and he was stealing them. Now her other son lives in the house and he gets bothered by everything that my sister and I do while on our parents' property. He has told us to turn off our headlights because they were blinding. I am not talking about while he's in his house, but while he is sitting in the dark in his driveway. He had a surveyor come out because he thought this alley between the two properties belonged to him. The surveyor determined that it was public property and we could be there whenever we want. Today, they have a bunch of people parked down the street, including in front of my parents house.

When I lived in California, I had these neighbors across the street who I'm pretty sure were drug dealers. They also had two children and one of them was friends with my brother until he did something bad and framed my brother for it. Also, their daughter broke her arm once, and their parents did nothing about it until someone threatened to call the police if they didn't take her to the hospital. They also had a feud with the neighbors that were a house away from them, who were also kinda crazy. They once let their youngest child wander into the middle of the street.

This one time some of our neighbors had some friends over. They told us that the football that we were playing with was theirs. Okay, so easy mistake. However, we (me and my siblings) knew that it was our ball. We asked them what their ball looked like and tried to settle the dispute respectfully. But they insisted that it was theirs and tried to get into our house to take the ball away from my brother. So we all went inside locked all the doors and windows and waited until our mom was home. They also called us some very rude and inappropriate names that should not be listed. When out mom came home and we told her about it, she walked up to them and promptly started telling and scolding them for doing that. And she recorded the entire conversation to play to the police. In the end, the people got off free without a warning.

My grandparents moved next door to these awful 2 men. One day when they thought nobody was home, we caught them throwing dog feces all over their house. When I went outside and confronted them we fought, the police had to be called. I informed them that my grandparents meant everything to me & that when they passed away I would be inheriting the home and I guaranteed them that I would make their lives a living HELL for causing problems! Unfortunately, my grandparents passed about a month later. (she had a stroke March 10, he passed the next day, she passed March 15). As soon as the neighbors found out...They MOVED!

Oh, I have a good one. Myself and my 2 sons were renting a house with an unfinished basement. We used it for storage. It had a gas furnace and 2 gas water heaters. So obviously not suitable for living space. My youngest son felt sorry for this homeless couple and brought them home, saying they could stay a few days. That turned into 10 months, as they took up residence in the basement and wouldn't leave. The landlord asked them nicely to leave. They were not on the lease, they were unwanted, didn't have permission to be there and they didn't pay rent. Ity turned into a months long court battle with my family getting evicted as well. They were using drugs, stealing from us and extremely hostile, even assaulting my youngest son several times. The police would do nothing. I was so stressed that I ended up extremely ill and in the hospital. The bottom line is that they stayed until the last moment, with the sheriff's department escorting them from the house. They walked off hand in hand, going down the street to stay with their next victim (I don't know what sob story they told that lady). My youngest son went to live with his dad. My other son and I ended up living in our car for 5 months. We were able to keep our dog, but we had to give up our cats. I was bitter for a long time, but now my life is in order, while these 2 losers are still living dysfunctional lives, in and out of jail.

On top of my neighbors being jerks, my ENTIRE neighborhood walks across my driveway and grass to cut across the neighborhood.They also let their dogs pee and Sh#% in our yard. THE. ENTIRE. NEIGHBORHOOD.

Live in a predominately Hispanic area (I too am Hispanic) but there was an apartment building owned by a slumlord so it made the area look bad. The inhabits were not bad people but come Sunday, they would blare their music. I was fed up and stormed up to the one apartment where the music was coming from and a tall Hispanic man opened it wide with a fury. I looked him in the eye and told him if he didn't turn it down, I'd called the police. I told him to be respectful of their neighbors. He turned it off and never played it loud again. Listen to your music but I don't need nor want to listen to it on a SUNDAY.

We have them right now... It's a married couple with 3 kids. Dad is working, she's staying at home to care for the kids, at which she's failing big time.
It was about 1am at some point when her toddler was screaming out of her lungs, so we went out and asked what was wrong. She outright told us to f*** off.