Neighbors that make you go AAAAAGHH!

[Lady Neysa]

Haven't had any bad neighbors lately, but did years ago in our first apartment.  It was a ground floor unit, no pets allowed.  The folks in the apartment directly above us had a dog despite the rules. Not sure what kind of dog but I think it was a boxer type dog.  It barked all hours of the day and night because they kept weird schedules. We never knew when they'd be home.  They never wanted to walk their dog presumably because they didn't want to get caught, so their idea of walking it was to put it out on their balcony and let it poop all over the place.  The excrement would end up all over our patio in front of our sliding glass door. Don't know if it fell through their balcony or if they dumped it into our yard on purpose, but it was infuriating.  Especially since management wouldn't enforce their own rules.

[Moldy Forest]

When I used to live in a condo our neighbor's drunk boyfriend passed out on the stairs, so of course my mom or stepdad or somebody in my family taped it. Haha it was great.

[Zoë]

Ahh the dog one....my best friend's upstairs neighbor has a little yappy dog that always goes nuts every time she leaves the house to go to work...which is conveniently at 3 in the morning.  And it chases her vacuum cleaner too.  Lord would that drive me nuts.

[Tammy]

I live in an old mill hill, so the houses are spitting distance...literally. My neighbor doesn't like me for some reason. He's called the cops on my dog, and my front porch.
The Dog...is an inside bull mastiff, that only barks if someone comes to the door. We aren't allowed a fence, so I have a chain that I put him on three to four times a day. Never before 9am, and never after 9pm. I also walk the dog...he'll only pee on the leash though. Well, neighbor dude told cops I was letting him run the neighborhood, and he was waking him up at 5am. Lies.
The front porch. I have a grill, small table, and two deck type chairs on the porch. We are given one trash can to place at the road, so that's beside the porch. If I have more trash then fits in the can I'll put in on the porch (so strays are less likely to mess in it). When neighbor called cops I had one bag of trash on the far side of the porch, the day before trash day. I get a warning about my porch having debris and filth on it. No fine, thank goodness.
We've never done anything to this neighbor. We are the type to stay to ourselves...usually less drama that way. We aren't the same race as our neighbor, and though I'd hate to think that was the problem...I think it is. We are the only whites int he neighborhood, and I've heard him tell others that he'd like the area to stay pure.

Oh well, our landlord loves us...and ignores the calls from neighbor. I don't know what he tells them, I just know they said they don't believe him. Lol.

Yeah, neighbors can suck.

[Tipsy Gypsy]

I once had a fourplex neighbor so nasty that her free-range cockroaches threatened to overrun the other 3 apartments. We had to "bomb" about every 6 months to chase 'em back home. The college students at the apartment complex across the street used to party every weekend and come over to whiz on my fence, which my normally mild-tempered dog didn't find the least bit amusing. I laid in wait for them one evening, and the next time someone wandered over and began watering my fence, I grabbed a spotlight and lit him up like a billboard. Point taken, apparently, the visits stopped.

The neighbors now are a real piece of work. On the one side, we have young parents, nice enough, but they should've had to pass a competency test to be homeowners. Squirrels have gnawed their way into their eaves and built a superhighway through their attic, and even comments about electical hazards from chewed-up wiring haven't been hint enough to motivate them to fix it. I told the neighbors on their other side, who've also warned them, that I hope I'm home when the fire starts so I can at least train a hose on my own roof. Meanwhile, their yard is devoid of anything green, largely because they haven't a clue that all living things require water. The day the wife commented how green our own yard is (as I'm watering it- duh!) and said, "We want y'all to tell us what kind of trees to plant in our yard!", it was an exercise in restraint not to reply, "Plastic ones".

Then on the other side, there's the balding mullet-head, and his wife whom we affectionately call "The Tick". For a while, everything in their baked mud wasteland of a back yard- the shed, the truck, the BBQ pit, the fire pit, everything but the dog- was on blocks. His patio rail was made of wooden pallets standing on end and wired together. Then at 0645 one f*****g morning, all that changed when he fired up a Bobcat and started shoving dirt around. Next thing we know, he's built an above ground swimmin' hole with a pump right next to the fence that's loud enough to be heard in my bedroom at night. Even better, he built a deck next to it that gives them at least a 4-5 ft. high view over the fence into my back yard. I'm hoping I can get the city to make them tear it down for building without a permit. Otherwise, Mama's shore gonna be in for a surprise when she and Bubba decide to sun themselves on the deck this spring and look over into the former privacy of my back yard to see my bare arse smiling back.

[Cormac]

Thankfully nothing that horrible for me....
First apartment was on the third floor with a new born and washer dryer down stairs in the basement.  The neighbor below would pound on his ceiling, our floor at random hours from early evening until o'dark in the morning.  Never saw him leave the place all the time we lived there.  One morning the 5-0 shows up at the stating there was a complaint about noise for the old guy down stairs.  It was long about 3AM with a new born asleep in the crib and it didn't take him long to figure out we weren't partying with a newborn asleep.  He was nice enough to go down and try to talk the guy, but couldn't get him to the door.  The pounding went on for a few more weeks until one day we were at the mall down from the apartment.  First a fire truck and then an ambulance go racing up the street and turn in at the apartment.  Hmmmmm.....what's the odds.  The next day his family was there cleaning things out.  Turns out he took off from a home and they had no idea where he was until then and apologized for his behavior.

[Toki Bloodaxe]

Wow! This post really struck a chord with me. I can start off talking about the people who used to live up in the apartment above me when I went to college back in Texas. They were a couple of girls who were really getting wild after being away from home for the first time. Those two girls screwed every guy that had a heartbeat and they had the squeakiest beds. The worst was when the two of them had an all-night kegger party and I think they were taking turns to see who could screw more guys than the other. Those beds pounded and squeaked for hours. I finally called the police on them. The cops came down later to talk to me and said that there was a line of guys up there sitting around waiting for who could be next. I wonder if either one of those girls ever ended up on the Maury show.
     Okay, then there was the Karate champ who roomed with me for awhile. He had to listen to the same Christopher Cross album over and over and over again so that he could fall asleep at night. He listened to it LOUD! and never cleaned his bathroom. He ate only Mac and Cheese and left the residue of his meals caked in the sink. You could not believe how hard it is to get that stuff off of cutlery and plates when it it dried. I complained and complained to him. So, finally, his mother showed up and cleaned the whole apartment so that it was spotless....my room and bathroom included! She talked to me a lot about how the Karate champ had so many girlfriends and was going to have a nice family. That seemed odd to me because I had seen him kissing his boyfriend in the front seat of a car once when I came home late from work. oh, and he was always late with the rent.
     Then, I made the mistake of rooming with a couple who had a cat. That cat had so many fleas that they infested the carpets and furniture in the house. Those fleas were everywhere! In my bed, pillows, rugs and clothes. The two of them didn't seem to mind, though. Of course, they did scratch themselves a lot. When I saw  convicts from a work release program were going through the neighborhood killing mosquitos, I gave one of them 20 dollars to bring his fumigation chemicals up to the apartment and blast the place. He just shrugged and said..."sure thing, man" and fogged the whole place out. There wasn't a flea left after that, but everything in the whole apartment smelled like it came from an oil refinery.  The couple soon left and took the cat with them. And, they ate all of my food, too.

[Capt Gabriela Fullpepper]

I had this room mate once that... Oh never mind that was my ex

But there was the neighbors where I lived at just before my divorce. It's about 2 blocks from my current home. They had this cat named Fluffy. Fluffy had free range of the neighborhood not to any ones liking. Now some of you know I'm not a fan of cat's I find them to be dirty filthy animals (Comeone they walk in there catbox then all over the house would you allow your cook to use the bathroom then not wash... same thing but oh well off subject)

We had built a nice big sand box in the back yard for our twin boys to play in. It had about 10" of sand and was about 8" square. Needless to say Fluffy decided that the twins sand box was his personal cat box and he left many presents in the sand box for the boys to find. He also liked to do this in the flower boxes which was gross. Lastly he liked to kill birds and small animals and leave them on the steps and chairs we had in the backyard. Yes I really hated that cat. not to mention his owners who were not the nicest people.

We had a Sheltiewho was a quite dog. he only barked at the neighbor and strangers he didn't like. The reason he hated the Fluffy's owners is the man always through things at him and not in a nice way as the Sheltie hated his cat and would chase it. Then once we let the boys go play with their grandson. The man had a football and yelled at my eldest yest smaller of my twins to turn around. When he turned around he told him to duck and throw the football at his grown and hit him in his privates. That 9 year old boy from then on hated that man as much as the dogs. Should have called the cops on him as he never apologised for it. His wife was about 12 bisquits short of a bakers dozen and that's no joke.

When they had company they would park in front of the house and block our driveway. He would also mow the lawn when we tried to have company in the backyard having BB Q's. Yup not the best neighbor in the world.