“My Neighbor Has No Sense Of Time”: 34 Of The Most Annoying Neighbors People Had To Deal With

My downstairs neighbor is convinced the boyfriend and I have secret kids that disappear when she knocks, but are running around making noise when she's trying to sleep. She's made multiple complaints to me and the super, who knows we don't have kids. Last night took the cake, when she started pounding on her ceiling with a broom after we were in bed, asleep. I have no idea if it's like she's hearing kids in the courtyard and thinking it's from our apartment or if she's just a nutjob, but it's getting kinda scary.

The ones directly below me. Now, granted they are in their early 70's, but here's the situation. They are sandwiched between our flat and the flat below them. They stay in all day, every day, every week, only going out at the crack of dawn for a walk or once-twice a week for the weekly shop.

They live underneath two people (me and housemate) yet expect total and utter silence at all times.

They complain when we walk around, and after the first time we made a pointed effort to be more light footed, remove shoes, etc. We have carpets, but they still complain that we walk around too much.

They complain they can hear us go to the toilet. Well. SORRY. I WILL JUST HAVE MY BLADDER EXPLODE SO AS NOT TO INCONVENIENCE YOU.

One time, I was lying in bed, no music, nothing, just on reddit. I get up to pee and leave my room and go into the bathroom opposite. As soon as I shut the door, I hear the front door open. Thinking it's my housemate, I shout out "Yo!" but I hear a strange voice in return. I stepped out the bathroom and there's my downstairs neighbour, he let himself in! And he's talking about "I don't understand it, am I dreaming? Because all I can hear is banging and crashing all day!"

I've been in bed for the last 2 hours scrollingReddit!! Absolutely insane. I had to drive him out amid his protests of "but your door was unlocked" it's not an invitation to come in!!

They called the cops on me for walking on the street in front of their house. We live on the same street.

I need to point out that I have zero idea what I did to these people. I live next to this hipster couple with 2 daughters. They literally make me afraid to go outside during the daytime. They scream and curse at me when they see me outside. Especially the wife, who will actually follow me around until I go inside, screaming insults at me. They have pounded on my door all hours of the day and night, way longer than any normal person would, without giving up. The reason I don't answer my door when they knock? Last time I did, it was the wife, with one of the daughters, screaming at me to give her my landlord's phone number. Presumable to call him and coomplain about me. And one day I came home to find a broken window, on a wall that only faces their house. I'm quiet and I keep to myself. I don't have a lot of guests over. I have absolutely no idea what I did to piss these people off.

My current neighbors are loud and they smoke like chimneys. They have a medium sized dog that lives outside. He's called Rocket and he's so bored that he barks a lot at small things. Open the back door on their side of the house? He's off. He won't stop barking for 15 minutes to an hour.

That barking ruins me. They go out shopping on the weekend and he starts barking. Not irregular "I'm excited" barks, I can filter those out in my head. These are "I have nothing better to do" barks, one every second with a monotonous regularity that does my head in. They constantly leave the poor mutt outside in the cold and he sits and whines all the way into the night until he falls asleep.

Pam was a single mom with her teenage daughter, and for the first few years we more or less got along. Helped her move some furniture in, listened to her complain about her work, and ignored the smoke that billowed off of her adjacent back deck.

I don't know what caused it, but Pam started to lose it. Everyone was out to get her, myself included... and she loved to call the cops. Once she called the cops because the garbagemen put my trash can too close to her driveway after emptying it. Usually it was for watching TV at 9:00pm at night, because she thought any noise was a pointed attempt to keep her from sleeping.

The craziest was when I was having an argument during the summer (and some windows were open). Pam called the police, and told them that I had been recording an argument that she had with her daughter and was playing it back on loop to torment her.

Pam was nuts.

Oh damn, this is a nice one.
I live in a pretty nice apartment, with one big downside; I share a toilet with other person on the same floor as me. To get to it, you have to leave the apartment, and enter the attic (on the same floor as my apartment, with the storage units for the rest of the building etc).
My neighbor, is a seniledemented drunk. With whom I share a toilet.

Why he isn't in a home is beyond me (his caretakers who visit him once each day have hinted that he might eventually get put into one, but there's no indication that it will actually happen), he can't take care of himself. He's always drunk, the girl who lives on the floor below have had to call 911 several times when He couldn't get up the stairs. He's constantly EXTREMELY noisy. Image the sound of moving furniture, every night. I have no idea what he's doing, but I'm happy that I don't live below him.

But the worst part, by far, is the toilet situation.
Let's start of easy. He never flushes. Almost everytime I have to use the toilet, I have to flush down first.
He seldom closes the door. Remember that the toilet is on the attic, with the storage units. Pretty much everyone in the building have sometime walked in and seen him sitting on the toilet, me more than most.
And as the grand finale, he defecates on the floor. I have no idea how he does it. On the toilet ring, on the floor, underneath the toilet ring, the walls, everywhere. It's like he slipped of the toilet,in the middle of it and just didn't stop pooping, just let it all out, wherever it lands. One rather... spectacular time he seems to have lost all control of his sphincter on his way to/from the toilet, and let it rain in the corridor outside our apartments. Literally let it rain too. It was a couple of puddles of pure liquid, imagine if someone spilled a cup of coffe on the floor pretty much, right outside my door. It smelled something unholy. Not like regular defecation, just this opressive odor that made it hard to breathe. Almost threw up right there.

So yeah... I wouldn't be sad to see him go.

Edit: Allright, so this got a bit bigger than expected. Let me clarify a few things:
The apartment might not be the most amazing thing ever, BUT currently I cannot afford a much higher rent, and the location is amazing. Honestly, the landlord could double the rent and get away with it, just due to location alone.

Personally, a shared toilet (and bathroom for those who asked) isn't a huge problem, if I shared it with someone who handled it well. Currently, I don't, but if a reasonably clean person lived there, I would be 100% okay with not having my own.

Earl. We have this crotchety old man named Earl who lives a few houses away from us. He keeps security cameras in his front yard pointed at the street and dashes out to scream at children for "tresspassing on private property" when they set one foot on the drainage ditch across the street from his house. He threatened to shoot our dog once, and he's just a weirdo in general.

There's "The Chanter." A little bit of backstory, I live in the backwater town of Yelm, Washington and we have a local religious nutjob called J.Z. Knight who is the inventor of this crazy cult which is really popular here. The lady who lives at the end of the street subscribes to this religion and constantly knocks every house's door in the neighborhood trying to get us to convert. It was especially bad for me, because I was friends with her daughter when I was younger and she absolutely will not leave us alone, no matter how much we tell her we're not interested in her cult. She chants weird mantras when she walks down the street between each house.

Finally, we've got "The Rabbitmaster." This guy used to be the landowner of our housing division, and he set all the rules for what we could keep on our property. We started noticing domesticated rabbits appearing all over the neighborhood a few months after we moved in. Apparently, this guy had a rabbit breeding mill in his backyard where he was breeding hundreds of rabbits to sell for pelts and meat, and eventually this guy got charged and decided to flee the country and run off to Mexico. He illegally released all his rabbits before he did, and we saw the last rabbit about a year ago. We've lived in this house for over 11 years.

So, those are my stories.

A guy who lived below me constantly complained about my music playing to loud. He would leave notes under my door. I didnt even own a stereo. My landlord took my side after the guy came upstairs and knocked on my side neighbours door at 3am to inform him he was snoring too loud.

Later he was evicted because he called the landlord saying he was locked inside his apartment...yes locked inside. When the landlord couldn't convince him to just unlock the door he called a locksmith because the guy was losing it. When the landlord got into the place the walls had all been broken through and had pillows stuffed inside them because the guy said he could hear everyone talking through the pipes.

APARTMENT 3. I live in a 4-storey, 3 apartment (Number 4 is the business at the ground floor) building, and I live at number 2 (so, 3rd storey). Number 3 are young foreign people who decide to do renovations until 1 in the morning (we're renting, I hope they're just putting furniture together and not damaging the property) and on other nights, party until 5am, or until my angry flatmate goes up and yells at them. We've complained about them many times to the landlord and they won't be getting their lease renewed.

13 years ago I found out my neighbor was having an affair with my (ex)wife, so yeah. Worst neighbor ever.

I had recently bought a camping stove- the biolight campstove- and wanted to test it out. I put in some little twigs, light it up, and heat up some beeswax for a woodworking project.

Two minutes after lighting up, nosy neighbor comes out onto driveway and starts yelling at me, threatening to call the cops. She said, "It's summer time and our doors are open. The smoke from your fire is entering our hone and making black char marks on the wall, you're destroying our property. And you're also choking our parakeet- he can't breathe the smoke from your fire and is suffocating."

The biolite camp stove has a tiny flame lol, and there was very little smoke, she was obviously exaggerating. I was annoyed but also found it comical and told her to stop gossiping in the neighborhood and stop making problems where there weren't any. She started crying and sobbed to her husband who then told me to not insult his wife. I told him that this is 2016 and not 1916, and that women are equal to men and that there's no need for him to finish a fight she started and especially because I did what she wanted and put the fire out. Gotta love city living sometimes, close quarters and all.

She watered the plants twice a day through our drought, only person on the street with green grass. interrogates you about your life when she never wants to talk about anything else, and is just generally rather grinchy. Also she substitutes at my high school.

Not my neighbor now, but a few years ago we lived across the street from an elderly couple. The wife had dementia (we think). Trash including disgusting things like used toilet paper was shooting up in everyone's yards. One night we watched and saw the old lady come out and throw trash over the fence into the neighbor's yard.