"No Curtains Or Anything": 57 Wildest Things People Saw Their Neighbors Do

I was the weird neighbour apparently.

Early twenties me bought a house whilst I was still at uni. Mostly I had lodgers but one Christmas I didn't. So it was just me for all of December and January. January it snows pretty badly ( for the UK) I hadn't seen snow like that for years. I get excited. I'm a big kid at heart. So I decide to build a snowman. It's fairly late at night and I've been drinking. I didn't have outdoor lighting for the back garden so I thought I'd build my snowman in my small front garden.

I built a glorious snowman. But then I decided he was a bit dull. Over the next few hours I dressed him in a variety of outfits. Including a Viking beard, helmet, and club, a burlesque outfit, complete with snow bust, corset, top hat, and whip, a pirate hat, beard, eye patch and cutlass and as a vampire with bloods dripping from his fake fangs. I finally got bored with this about 1am and went to bed.

2 weeks later the previous snow has melted away but it's snowing again. As I return from work the woman across the street races over to ask me if I'll be entertaining them again tonight. I look blank. Apparently her and her family had some friends over that night and had sat in the dark watching me and my snowman costume party. She wanted to know if I was planning a repeat performance so she could get her friends over.

One night I stepped out to walk to the liquor store and my neighbour across the street was sitting on his porch playing the piano accordion.

When I say playing, I mean absolutely shredding. This old Italian guy in his 60's just amazing.

I waited till he was finished and gave him some applause.

He called out a quick "Thank you!" and launched into another tune.

What a legend.

Shovelled my driveway for me while drunk at 10pm. He didn't do an amazing job, but I appreciated the intent.

My neighbour looked over his fence, looked at me straight in the eyes and said 'the last time I looked at somebody like this, they passed away a week later'

After that he just went back to his business like the conversation never even happened.

Edit: I was about 8 when he said this to me! So I spent the next week living in fear. I'm alive and well, F you, Ray!

I heard screaming from over the fence one day. Look over to see her yelling at her son and throwing KFC chicken pieces at the kid because apparently the little jerk ate the skin off all of the chicken she brought home for everyone and left just the meat behind. Nearly peed myself laughing.

I'm Filipino and grew up in the suburbs of the Philippines. Once the neighborhood got word that an American family was moving into one of the houses near us, everyone got curious, especially us kids. We'd never seen white people before, except on TV.


The family was pleasant enough and we were encouraged not to treat them differently. The kids became our friends and we played together a lot. They were just like any other family. But the weirdest thing they did, which I'll never forget, is when the family went abroad in September. They came back in February. Then, the parents went door-to-door, asking all their neighbors to help them out: apparently, since their kids missed Halloween, they were going to Trick or Treat in February, in costume. They gave every house candy that we were supposed to give back to their kids when they did their trick or treating. We all participated since there was no harm in doing so, (plus they gave us extra candy to keep for ourselves) but the image of their kids trick or treating in full costume at 9:00 AM in the middle of February has always stuck with me. I even asked my parents at one point why they were doing that and I was just told "it's because they're American.".

My neighbors are a couple that dress the same way that I did in middle school. I don't mean to hate on them, they've always been nice to me and my girlfriend, but I can't help but think the studded bracelets, a skull wreath on their door and Jack Skellington tattoos are a little weird for people of their age. Maybe it's just me. Regardless, I never had a reason not to like them, so we got on just fine.



Anyway, one day I'm taking my trash out and I notice that the guy neighbor followed me down the stairs. No biggie, he could've been doing laundry or something else. I thought nothing of it. When I toss my garbage in the can, I turn around and catch a glimpse of him tucking around a corner. I walk over and see him holding a video camera.



I asked what he was filming and he says "You. I'm shooting a horror movie and I wanted to catch you off guard so you wouldn't appear to be 'acting'." I told him that it wasn't really okay to just be filming people in secret without their consent, especially if he planned to publish it in some way.



He apologized insincerely and I let it go, under the condition that he not do it again and to cut that shot out of the movie.



He texted me a link weeks later of his movie. He never cut the scene out. There I am, walking to take the trash out. You can even see me lift a leg and let out a little fart. Goddamnit.

I went outside to the garden with my dog and saw my elderly neighbour just sitting on top of our shed. He chatted to me for a while before I went back in, and then after a while he got down off the shed and went into his house. The best part was the baffled looks my dog kept giving him.

A few years back, my wife and I were selling our little starter house. My wife knew four real estate agents, but we ended up going with my mom's friend, June, because it's my mother and I didn't feel like having another god argument. June is old as, and I mean that literally. She's also country as hell, so she thinks things like homosexuality and swingers and stuff like that didn't exist prior to 2007.

The three of us were sitting at our dining room table one afternoon as we filled out our initial paperwork. Our property was at the top of a hill, and it sloped downward behind our house. So from our window, we could see into about five or six different backyards. This wasn't anything special, as the most interesting thing you'd normally see is our neighbor's rat terrier relentlessly attacking a garden gnome.

Just as we were about to sign our paperwork, June yells out "OOOOH MAH WOOOORD! THAR'S NAKED PEOPLE OUT THERE!"

Sure enough, at the backyard behind our house, there was a nudist pool party. Eighteen year old guy, forty year old lady, sixty year old guy, an obese man wearing Mardi Gras beads, an obese lady blowing bubbles, a guy named Bubbles having the time of his life, you name it. (Ok, that last one didn't happen. The rest of them were real, plus four or five others that were a bit less interesting...apart from being naked.)

My wife insisted that I shout at them or wave at them so they knew we could see them. So I went out onto our deck and waved at them. They waved back and resumed their party. The old man was eating jello. That fact isn't relevant in any way, but it upset me at the time, so I'm sharing it with you.

Weird? Brilliant? I don't know, but our neighbor always had a 20-year-old car sitting at the curb, which he would fix from time to time. He never drove it, and it looked mint, but he liked to fix it. Turns out (he confided in us) that he only used the car as an excuse to get away from his wife when they were arguing.

I live in Michigan. Most winters we get a lot of snow. The house next door has never had the brightest people living in it. Woke up one day to the fire department parked in the street. Apparently my neighbors thought they could save time shoving snow by just covering their driveway in gasoline and melting it. They would also burn trash all the time.

So this actually is my parents story but they don't reddit so here you go.

My parents live on a single lane dirt road about a mile back into the woods. It was originally strip mining ground that my great grandfather owned and passed down. There are 4 houses on said road that all belonged at one point in time to various members of our family. Now however after several deaths only the two middle houses( my brothers and parents) remain in the family, while the first and last house were sold off to random families. Basically what I'm trying to get at is that it is a remote area and if you aren't going to one of those 4 houses you have no business on this road. Backstory complete.

So this story occurs about a year ago. The family that lives in the end house(furthest from the highway) is going through some money trouble. The bank forecloses on their home and they move away. Fast forward about 6 months. The house is still empty and fallen into a state of disrepair as the woods are starting to reclaim their area. It's a weekend night and my dad is out of town on business.

My mom is outside boarding up our shed because there are supposed to be severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings in the area starting any minute. As the raindrops start to fall a black car with tinted windows speeds past her(almost running her over) and down to the vacant house. In her words a big person in a black hooded raincoat gets out of the car and starts wandering around the property. Then goes back to the car and gets out a shovel and proceeds to start digging in the corner of the yard.

By this time it's raining very heavily and the person is still digging. My mom is watching out the window because she's scared as hell. Like I said this is remote and you pretty much know everyone who should be there and this person shouldn't. So this goes on for a while and the person has a huge hole dug. Then they go back to the car and pull out what my mom says looks like a body wrapped in a sheet, and put it in the hole, and start filling it in. Cue a freak out , my mom calls 911 and in about 15 mins state police are rolling down this dirt road that's basically a mud pit at this point in numbers.

So the state police surround the vehicle and have the person in the black hooded raincoat surrounded guns drawn. This is a one lane dead end road so there's no escape....they take him into custody.

A few minutes later the police come and inform my mom that the person was actually the old neighbor who the bank foreclosed on. His large dog had died and he wanted to bury it in his old house. He had bought a new car with tinted windows (why my mom didn't recognize it) and didn't see her outside(why he almost hit her with the car) and was too emotionally distraught to realize that digging a grave in a severe thunderstorm/tornado in a remote house that you haven't lived in for several months was a bad idea or at the very least poor timing.

Tldr: neighbors house gets foreclosed in remote area. several months later he returns at night in thunderstorm, digs grave, buries dog. Mom doesn't realize it's him.....gets crazy scared. Cops come, happy ending.

Mine sits in his hedge watching my husband and I working ( we run a farm) and then he copies what we are doing. He wears cammo and thinks we can't see him!

bushdid9-11:
One day, I made too much spaghetti so i threw the excess spaghetti off the balcony of my two story apartment and my next door neighbor was just outside my balcony staring at me. Idk how often he does that but it really creeped me out

ursois:
I live on the second floor of a 2 floor apartment.

I was outside, walking down the steps to the ground, when my next door neighbor just walks outside and throws an entire plate of spaghetti over the side of the balcony onto the bushes below. I looked up at him like "What the hell?", and he just stared at me and said "I made too much spaghetti" and walked back inside.

The whole family showered outside complete with shampoo when it was raining heavy once.

My neighbour regularly sits in his car, which is parked in his garden, and just revs the engine. His Dad got him the car years ago and he has never been able to pass his test so he just revs it. Sometimes genuinely for hours.

I think there's something wrong with him.

EDIT: Some more info:

The guy in question is around 30-33, he has had the car for about 6 years. It never moves, it is basically planted in his lawn. He does not work on it, he uses it for nothing other than hours of revving. He comes out in the afternoon, with a can of beer or something, sits in his car and revs the engine silly for between 30mins and 3 hours.

He has clearly given up on his driving test and seems quite happy with the revving game. It is not about charging the battery, the car serves no other purpose and you would just disconnect the battery if you weren't using it for 6 years .

Sometimes his little brother comes out during the revving and cuts up pallets with a saw. That is probably for firewood but seeing the two of them at it is really bizarre.

She followed us when we went on vacation and stayed in the same hotel.

My polish neighbor actually would race pigeons. So with one whistle the pigeons would fly in a circle over the yard and with another whistle come back into the coup. He showed me his long shelf of trophies, and he's been doing this for years! I would drink vodka with him when I would now my lawn in high school. Still miss him! 😭.

We live in an older neighborhood with chain link fences. You can see pretty much everything in the neighbor's yards. We have one neighbor who feeds stray cats and he'll stand in the back yard every evening and call them to dinner.

He's a big man with a huge belly and he stands on his back porch in his boxers calling the cats by name. "Here Fat Boy! Here Cry Baby! Here Big Momma! Kitty kitty kitty!" In this really high pitched call. It lasts about 10 minutes and due to some weird acoustics it sounds like he's right outside my window hollering for the cats. I peek through the blinds and there he is in his underwear on his porch calling the cats.

Had a neighbour who always picked up trash on our street. Great, except dude liked to run the hose over them and hang them up to dry. Bottles, paper, clothes, food, cigarettes, you named it. After drying the stuff out, he'd throw the stuff away.