Have you ever had odd neighbors?

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I remember once in an apartment building where I used to live, I would be lying in bed at 10 or 11 at night and the people upstairs would be moving their stuff around all the time. They decided like every night for a while, at 10:00 or 11:00 pm, to move around the furniture.


Then there's this other neighbor we had upstairs, in another apartment... our cats were outdoor cats and hers were indoor cats... one of our cats gave her cats fleas, and she made my mother pay for the flea cream for them and special expensive filters for her vacuum cleaner because she had to vacuum her whole carpeted apartment... in total it came to about $125 Canadian, and my mother paid up, but if she hadn't what would the woman have done? Sued her? Told the landlord? How would she prove to the landlord? Leave the cats full of fleas the way they were and show them? Bring someone in to inspect the carpet? How would they even know that her cats didn't get the fleas themselves?


Then there's the woman I wrote about in the "Jekyll and Hyde" thread in the friendship and social interaction forum...


Do you have any more interesting stories to tell?

I've had several neighbors in aprt. abve me that I thought were bowling.I could not fathom what else would make so much noise.Current neighbor,never seems to sleep.I can hear them up at all hours(as I am,but I am either reading or on the internet,so quit).I cant tell what they are doing but they seem to be walking around a lot.

I had a landlord who lived above me and I would hear him and his girlfriend having sex.They were like an alarm clock,they would go off every 12 hours at midnight and noon.She was a screamer.I was trying to sleep,ended up banging on the ceiling with a broom stick and screaming,I could hear them giggeling,like"arent we cute".I wanted to puke.I was so happy when they broke up.

Also had neighbors with some kind of "suround sound TV" thingy and the bass was loud enough to shake the picture on our wall.They were watching the movie.."tornado".You want suround sound...get a fricken house.

I have a crazy old Iranian man who lives in the house behind me and he would come out and plant things, go inside his house, come back out 10 minutes later or so and dig it up and replant somewhere else. He would then repeat this process for at least 2-3 more times. He also likes to burn stuff, on MY property (we now have a fence----that he sincerely believes is his). And he speaks no english!

and although I have never witnessed this, I am told that my neighbor across the street gets drunk (oaky I have witnessed some of it) and then rides his motorcycle naked.

we're the strange neighbors.

we don't socialize or come out of the house except to go somewhere. when we are cornered by a neighbor, we kinda bounce around laughing nervously, not making eye-contect. we like our weeds instead of grass. they are prettier, and some make little flowers.

Ditto.

But we me. I think it's because of my beliefs (religious). Being the resident witch, they're probably afraid I'll put a nasty spell on them.

However, it's odd how popular I become at Halloween.

Or maybe they're jealous.

I wonder (humorously) what my neighbors would do if I stepped out onto my balcony and began chanting something?

Weird, the people in the apartment above us do this every night as well. Maybe it's some weird religious cult and both our neighbors are members? Anyway, here's my story.

Just after I left school I bought a reciever so I could listen to the ham radio stations. Hams aren't the most interesting people in the world so I also listened to lots of broadcast stations as well. So that I could hear the good stuff I had a 33ft wire antenna running the length of the yard and the little old lady next to us didn't like this, in fact she kicked up quite a fuss.

One morning the doorbell rang and my pop answered it. The next thing I heard was "Ed, come down here RIGHT NOW!!". I walked downstairs and found a very embarassed cop standing on the doorstep. He explained that 'someone' had reported that a Russian spy lived in the house and the antenna outside was used to receive instructions from Moscow. My pop and I explained about the antenna and the receiver and then we invited him upstairs to see what it was all about.

What was the first thing he saw when he walked into my room?

A poster from Radio Moscow.

Ed Almos

OMG, Ed, ROFL!


Why did you have the Radio Moscow poster in your room; was it a coincidence? Just a badly-timed obsession? Or was Radio Moscow something you listened to on the ham radio? Now that's even funnier, somehow!

When I was living in an off-campus apartment complex at college, I had some weird neighbors. There were some people who stayed up all night partying and I woke up to find broken beer bottles. I also heard people having sex in the apartment next to me. The walls were very thin.

I had weird roommates, too. One came home after a night of partying at just about the same time as I was getting ready to leave for my first class.

For a year a I lived in a duplex that was only connected to the other one by the basement stairwell. Of course, as luck would have it, guess where the neighbors decided to have all their parties.

But thank this thread for reminding me never to get a non-penthouse apartment.

Oh, the stories I could tell. This house next to ours gets populated by new examples of human garbage all the time. Fortunately, noone lives there for more than a few months before moving out. The last batch was a lovely bunch of coconuts who liked to light fires in the back yard and sit around listening to the soothing sounds of 50 Cent blasting from their stereo until the wee hours of the morning. Eventually they got into a massive argument with their other neighbors 2 houses down from me. I didn't hear all of the story, but from what I could hear from my bedroom window the problem started because "she a ho" and "dat b***h ain't nothin but a fat ho who think she gon' get with mah man." I'm not sure exactly what this translates to in English, but they seemed pretty fired up about it. Thankfully they're gone now. I can't wait to see who moves in next .

I have a paranoid schizophrenic living next door to me who goes in and out of hospital all the time. He use to ask me for money all the time but he doesn't anymore. He use to have a girlfriend who was the same and you use to hear them throw things at each other of an evening. Pretty scarey stuff. He is suppose to be on medication but he forgets to take or late me change he can't be bothered to take his medication and when he does that he is strange.

I also get some strange people off the street come into my flat and hang around where the stairs are and they do drugs and other things as well.

When I was a child we were living with my grandparents in a village where we had three very strange neighbors - two elder people (brother and sister) and that old woman's son who was wierd - probably he was slightly mentally ret*d, taking into consideration the fact that his father was his grandfather in the same time

They are still alive as far as I know. I used to call them the cavemen because of their odd, primitive life. They never hit upon an idea to wash their stinking bodies They didn't have a normal floor in their house, there was a normal ground like outside the house instead of it. That son, that ret*d one didn't have a normal bed but instead of it he slept in a closet (other people saw it). They had a cage with hens in their kitchen - I mean, not a normal cage as you are probably imagining but there was simply one enclosed part of the kitchen when the birds were living. The family also used small jars instead of cups when drinking. That old woman was too mean to spend money in shops so she simply used to go to the close town (we live there) and to take a stale bread and old clothes from dust-bins.

In my neighborhood, we ARE the odd neighbors.

Us too. I like to think of the tall grass and weeds as habitat for the local wildlife. I also enjoy metal work and have done blacksmithing and metal casting in my driveway this always draws the looks.

When I lived in Florida I lived next to a two story, two unit apartment that attracted all sorts of strange people. One family was a married couple and their delinquent daughter who once got drunk with her friends and climbed our fence and tried to break into our house. The "dad" was always laying around drunk, their last name was Workman, and my dad called him Mr. Workless because he never had a job.

Then a few years later there were these biker type people who moved in who had kids about my age (high school age at the time) that seemed somewhat typical, but the mother liked to stand next to the window with no curtain where anyone walking down the street could easily see, and with no shirt on. She was all burned out and rough looking so it wasn't a pleasant sight.

At the same place on the other side there was a duplex that attracted young college age types that never stayed there long. One time this strange hippie girl moved in there and kept several neglected animals, including a pair of ring necked turtle doves, a small kitten, a gerbil and I think a dog. She gave all of the animals away when she moved and so we took it on our selves to rescue all but the dog who someone else got. The doves were all molted and ugly, we kept and fed them until they got better and let them go. They actually stayed in the neighborhood for months and eventually attracted a small flock of ring necked turtle doves. The small black kitten we saw in the yard a few days after the girl moved out. She was emaciated. My grandmother happened to be visiting then and claimed that cat for herself and rescued her, and named her Shadow. She is still alive though very old, and has always been a very strange cat (probably has some sort of brain damage). I kept the gerbil and fed it but I couldn't handle it because it was never tamed and would bite (strong little jaws those gerbils) so I had to wear heavy work gloves to move it when cleaning the cage, which was filthy when I got it. It died within a few weeks but I took good care of it while I had it.