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I've lived in the same building for 11 years, and have had the following experiences:

The alcoholic who tried to break into a random girl's room and rape her (stopped and asked to vacate the premisis).

The psychotic who walked in off the street and ended up getting arrested for attempting to strangle two different women.

The psycho speed and steroid freak neighbor who ended up getting arrested for throwing his girlfriend down the stair well.

The pathalogical liar and kleptomaniac who sold "hot" bicycles to newbies to Japan.

The visiting drunken nut who threatened to throw me out a window when I asked him not to blow smoke in my face.

The screamer - came home every evening around eight and screamed at the top of his lungs in his room. He was asked to leave after a week or so.

The visiting African psycho drunk who threatened to beat me when I asked him not to leave a pile of empty bottles at the computer.

The bipolar or schitzoid local who visits his "friends" in the building - he was arrested for brandashing a gun (turned ou to be an airgun) and landed in a psychiatric hospital for six months. (He showed up again today, which has me in this mind.)

So, the question I have is: what experiences do you have with psycho neighbors?

(Note: these are the most memorable incidents.　There　have been others.)

I've had rather similar experiences when I was younger.

I don't have any weird neighbors right now.

So, the question I have is: what experiences do you have with psycho neighbors?)

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I...cannot...top that...

The heroin addicts who lived downstairs. More disturbing than anything else.

The man who celebrated the 4th of July by firing his pistol in the air. On the balcony of his apartment.

The crank addicts who managed to disassemble just about everything in thier house.

The crack head (theory) who told all my neighbors (mostly foreign) that I was a hit man because I wore a long black coat. (I also drove (drive) a VW Bus...what kind of hit man would drive that??? I don't think any of my neighbors where so gullible as to believe him.)

The one who would lie to me about really obvious and verifiable things for reasons I never could quite understand. (He claimed to be the driver of the wrecked 917 in the movie Le Mans, that sort of thing)

The roommate who kept pocketing the bill money I was giving him and telling my other roommate that I wasn't paying. He also rang up quite the phone bill with the phone sex.

All the drunks with all their drunken high jinks. (as a side note, comparing heavy heavy drinkers with people who smoke weed on the way to much side of things, I'll take the pot heads anyday-twice on Sundays. Nag Champa>vomit and not one pot head ever has threatened me with anything.)

I haven't had very many neighbor situtations where safety was at stake. Lucky I guess.

The man who celebrated the 4th of July by firing his pistol in the air. On the balcony of his apartment.


Had this happen in 1996. By the time I got my rifle out, and aimed at his balcony, he had stepped back inside because he was out of ammunition.

It cost several thousand dollars to get the siding and part of the roof replaced on my house. The police were of no help - they didn't feel it was worth investigating.

Yet another good reason to leave Maryland.

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I...cannot...top that...
Me neither. The worst I ever had was when a bunch of 6 year old charvs tried to pour Diesel over the road outside my house. Went out and gave them a lecture on how deisel doesn't burn well, and doen't make a good oil slick, so sod off and buy some petrol. (They never did, must have thought I was a bit weird or something ;) )

I remember a couple of kids shooting holes in a window at the front of our house with a .22. One of those same kids had a nasty habit of chasing people with knives or the equivalent of a club. Then there was the guy who lived behind us who stabbed his girlfriend to death. The potheads who liked to throw firecrackers at people for fun, and so on...

The cat lovers.
You dont know Hell until youve lived next to a cat lover. Especialy a cat lover that, without thinking, abuses their cats until theyre semi-psychotic, passive aggressive wierdos.

I remember a couple of kids shooting holes in a window at the front of our house with a .22. One of those same kids had a nasty habit of chasing people with knives or the equivalent of a club. Then there was the guy who lived behind us who stabbed his girlfriend to death. The potheads who liked to throw firecrackers at people for fun, and so on...

Firecrackers are one thing - but if you fire a weapon at my house and hit it, you're going to get return fire.

When the police find the body in the street with the rifle and expended shells, the only thing they'll be able to do is go through his pockets for loose change.

The heroin addicts who lived downstairs. More disturbing than anything else.

The man who celebrated the 4th of July by firing his pistol in the air. On the balcony of his apartment.

The crank addicts who managed to disassemble just about everything in thier house.

The crack head (theory) who told all my neighbors (mostly foreign) that I was a hit man because I wore a long black coat. (I also drove (drive) a VW Bus...what kind of hit man would drive that??? I don't think any of my neighbors where so gullible as to believe him.)

The one who would lie to me about really obvious and verifiable things for reasons I never could quite understand. (He claimed to be the driver of the wrecked 917 in the movie Le Mans, that sort of thing)

The roommate who kept pocketing the bill money I was giving him and telling my other roommate that I wasn't paying. He also rang up quite the phone bill with the phone sex.

All the drunks with all their drunken high jinks. (as a side note, comparing heavy heavy drinkers with people who smoke weed on the way to much side of things, I'll take the pot heads anyday-twice on Sundays. Nag Champa>vomit and not one pot head ever has threatened me with anything.)

I haven't had very many neighbor situtations where safety was at stake. Lucky I guess.


Amen on the pot-heads. Not one pot-smoking neighbor has been a threat. And there have been quite alot.

whoa... scary neighbours.

So, the question I have is: what experiences do you have with psycho neighbors?


I guess my experience with the old lady next door who called the police every time we had the TV a little louder than usual (to hear it in the next room--and it wasn't loud at all), kinda pales in comparison. :eek:

Y'know, maybe some of you guys ought to move...just sayin'. ;)

what experiences do you have with psycho neighbors?
Most of my neighbors are fundamentalist Christians, so they're too scared to do anything out of the ordinary, much less the sort of things you describe. Mostly they just try to "convert" me, which is scary enough in and of itself! LOL! :D

Most of my neighbors are fundamentalist Christians, so they're too scared to do anything out of the ordinary, much less the sort of things you describe. Mostly they just try to "convert" me, which is scary enough in and of itself! LOL! :DAh, getting rid of evangelicals is easy. Just interupt and say, politely 'I'm sorry, I can't really talk to you right now, as I'm currently conducting a black mass. You wouldn't happen to be a blood donor and/or virgin by any chance?' Then shut the door quietly and watch through the front room window as they realise what you said :D

Ah, getting rid of evangelicals is easy. Just interupt and say, politely 'I'm sorry, I can't really talk to you right now, as I'm currently conducting a black mass. You wouldn't happen to be a blood donor and/or virgin by any chance?' Then shut the door quietly and watch through the front room window as they realise what you said :D

Gee, I'm a fundamentalist Christian, and I've never tried to convert anyone, much less go around knocking on doors.

Be specific. Were these Jehovah's Witnesses? Mormons?

None.

Except for the neighbor that was living right under us, at street level; we were too noisy for him because we didn't get to sleep at 9pm. So he wrote us a letter and slipped it under our door one day.

"Please stop hurling your shoes at the floor at *point blank* right over my head when you come back from work at midnight everyday, this is driving me crazy. Otherwise I'll have you expelled by the landlord, I know him, he doesn't like you."

That was spooky and hilarious at the same time. I have to mention the fact that I've never got back from work past 8pm.

Most of my neighbors are fundamentalist Christians, so they're too scared to do anything out of the ordinary, much less the sort of things you describe. Mostly they just try to "convert" me, which is scary enough in and of itself! LOL! :D


Ya know, the JWs and LDSers have a small local presence that used to come around weekly. I haven't seen them for ages. :D

Whispering Legs, thank you for not witnessing door-to-door. But, sorry to say, ost of your bretheren don't, but those who do give Christianity a bad name both at home and abroad.

Ya know, the JWs and LDSers have a small local presence that used to come around weekly. I haven't seen them for ages. :D

Whispering Legs, thank you for not witnessing door-to-door. But, sorry to say, ost of your bretheren don't, but those who do give Christianity a bad name both at home and abroad.

I have never seen people from the Assembly of God church knocking on doors. They do run missions in other countries, so I'm not sure what they do there. But they don't knock on doors in the US.

Hmmm, let see, I had the drunken welfare bum roomate who every eveining, like like clockwork, starting @ 7, would proceed to get drunk while watching concert DVDs of ancient bands like YES, Carly Simon, The Moody Blues, etc, at absolute top volume. He had his DVDs sound routed through his stereo system, so it was REALLY loud. You couldn't ask him to turn it dow, because he couldn't hear you. This dude also had a habit off shuffling around the house and grunting every 2 seconds. He once told me that GWB and the American Gov't were out to assassinate him.

Then there was the drunk who lived in the bassment and would knock on the front door until @ 2 or 3AM and demand we unlock his door for him, because he was to drunk to fuck, let alone do something so cimple as unlock a door. He invited his drunken Unlcle over one afternoon and thee bastard never left, even while his nephew was at work. The police had to be called to help evict them, and the Uncle ran out and across several back yards until he managed to somehow break his leg hopping from the top of a fence to a nearby tree. The police just had to follow his wails of pain to find him.

Then there was my parents next door neighbour before they moved out of porovince. He would complain that the deck and arbour we had built blocked his view and was constantly telling on us for supposed bylaw infractions, all of them frivolous. He was eventually told he'd be either fined or put in jail for a few days if he didn't stop phoning the City Bylaw Office. He also accused us of causing him to have an ant infestation in his home because (so he said) the ants would climb up our Hazelnut bushes and onto his deck, then to his house. One day all the Hazelnut bushes began dying, rapidly....we're sure he poisoned them. But what do you expect from a Frieslander, the place where the "national" sport is canal jumping and all the clocks run backwards and they're proud of it.

When I was a small boy, there was an old man in the neighbourhood who would set fire to garbage bins and gardening sheds. He was pyromaniac, and when ever he got out of the psych-ward, Id follow him around, so I could report the fires, thus getting to see firetrucks and firemen.

Firecrackers are one thing - but if you fire a weapon at my house and hit it, you're going to get return fire.

When the police find the body in the street with the rifle and expended shells, the only thing they'll be able to do is go through his pockets for loose change.

Heh. I remember being advised (from when I still lived in Texas) to drag the person into my yard after I shot them so I would be protected by law. Here in Indiana they require them to be in the house, so I was advised to drag them in the house. The funny thing is that I've never owned a gun (though I've fired one occassionally), and won't unless I move into a very dangerous area. Kudos to you for not putting up with people shooting at you, though. It's damn rude if you ask me. :D

Heh. I remember being advised (from when I still lived in Texas) to drag the person into my yard after I shot them so I would be protected by law. Here in Indiana they require them to be in the house, so I was advised to drag them in the house. The funny thing is that I've never owned a gun (though I've fired one occassionally), and won't unless I move into a very dangerous area. Kudos to you for not putting up with people shooting at you, though. It's damn rude if you ask me. :D

lol! Cops've told me the same. Let's see...

In Round Rock, we had some neighbors who were just a bit off. They never had their own fence put in, and so would claim our fence as their own. If we touched it, or put something on it, they'd freak out. They'd hang their clothes out to dry in their backyard (Now, mind you, that's completely normal for the country, but why would you do it in the city when you already have a washer and dry, and it makes your clothes smell?). I never really had much in the way of crazy neighbors. Just a psychopathic kid who lived in my neighborhood.

My mom lived across the street from some guy who told his daughter's boyfriend to never come around the house again, and, sure enough, the guy did. Problem was, the dad shot him at point blank range with a shotgun, and killed the guy.

My friend used to live next door to some odd people. Apparently, one day, a couple Asians moved into the house next door (Not odd, at all), but then would have up to 20 people at their house at any given time, and only put out a single bag of trash. She never say anyone but Asians come or go at the house. Super conservation at work, maybe? She swears they were with some asian mafia..which I laughed at.

Well, we have a guy who is about to be evicted. He calls the cops in every week thinking he is having a heart attack. Every 2-3 weeks he gets drunk, trashes his appartment and beats his wife. Fortunantly I don't share a foyer with him. We did have a local peeping tom that was scaring everyone by looking in ground level windows. No one has seen him sence he saw that .41 mag pointed at him last time he looked in my window.

No neighbor problems here. Every household has guns, crime is dealt with swiftly by the legal system, hence politeness prevails.