Post # 1
We’ve all had ’em. Granted, sometimes we get lucky and live next to, below, or above some amazing folk. Other times…not so much.
Luckily, I don’t have any horror stories about my neighbors, past and present. But I do have a few gripes.
Currently, SO and I live above a woman who sings professional (?) opera. I remember when we were viewing the apartment, and the landlord mentioned that she commonly practiced during the afternoons. I thought to myself, “How lovely, some real culture in the complex. At least we’re not living above some rowdy college students”. Ugh. I’m a teacher so I have a few breaks during the year for vacation time. Lemme tell you – I’m about to rip my hair out if I hear one more piano key, one more scale, one more squawk. I’m sure her voice sounds beautiful in an amphitheatre or opera hall. Not so much in an apartment. She rehearses the same songs over, and over, and over again. I’ll be cutting up vegetables for lunch and nearly remove a finger in the process as she abruptly starts in on another darn melody. It’s starting to drive me a little batty.
Before SO and I moved in together, I lived alone in a complex of studio apartments. The man who lived to the left of me was about 6’6, 300 pounds and looked like a bouncer or a Hells Angel – SO nicknamed him “Gigantore”. For how “large and in charge” he appeared, he was incredibly shy, and would run at top speed if we were ever entering the hall at the same time – he avoiding social interaction with me at all costs. His bathroom happened to share the same wall as my bedroom “alcove”, so I could hear when he turned his light/fan on and when he flushed the toilet. He then proceeded to do these things all night, every night. I don’t know what he was doing. Constantly pooping? Giving himself facials? I will never know. I just remember the sound of that fan and bracing myself for straining sounds until the wee hours of the morning.
Tell me your stories!
Post # 3
I normally don’t mind my neighbors but they (the people directly next door and the people across the street) are having issues w/ eachother’s dogs.
One of the girls across the street (I’ll call her C, she’s about 21-22) goes to my neighbor (T) next door and starts SCREAMING her head off about T’s dogs bothering hers and always being in the street and yada yada. I agree that T’s dogs are a nuisance but she’s really been trying to keep them in her own yard or in her house. Anyway C goes over there and starts pointing her finger is T’s face, calling her a bitch and cunt, threatens her, tells her she calling the police on T and animal control on her dogs. It was a nightmare. T has spent a lot of her life in prison so C is seriously lucky T didn’t shank her or something.
My neighborhood is usually not that ghetto, lol.
Post # 4
Right now we live in a place with an older couple upstairs and he runs some sort of van rental/shuttle service and gets in really late at night. The thing is that he will then come home at say midnight and vacumn or cook a regular dinner and use the garbage disposal. When the moved I thought the same thing great not rowdy college guys, but how wrong I was. The couple upstairs too will have their grandkids over and when the run around it literally makes the glasses shake on the cupboard shelves.
The people that live in behind me (across the alley) like to give me pointers on my parking. Anytime we go out to get something from the car they always have some new thing that would basically mean me crawling out through my window or paying for street parking to make their double garage parking better. I do think it is funny though when they do it to my FI because he does not even have a drivers licsence so not a whole lot he can do about it.
Post # 5
For the most part nothing, but in the last few weeks one of my neighbors cars has been on the fritz, don’t know which one. The horn blows constantly!!!! I think theres a short or something. It will start at like midnight and go on throughout the entire night!!! I am a very light sleeper so I usually have to resort to sleeping in my closet on those nights to shut out the noise. It’s happened 4 times and I still don’t know who owns the car, I want to break the freaking windows!!!!
Post # 6
@CaraMia10: OMG where I lived before we always had to call the police on the people across the street and it was Fountain Valley definately not that ghetto either!
Post # 7
We live below a woman in a house converted into two apartments. Floors are hard wood and I think she either has a sliding glass door in the middle of her bedroom, which is above our living room, or she has a trundle bed. Or maybe she just moves the furniture every day. Either way, she’s loud!
Post # 8
We live in a very family oriented neighbourhood. I’m talking kids EVERYWHERE. We love kids, but the neighbours to the left are assholes. We moved in over a year ago, and they have yet to introduce themselves. They let their kids run around all over our yard, jump off our mutual fence onto their trampoline, and play in our garden. Wouldn’t be AS big of a deal if we met them, but we think it’s rude they let their kids play wherever they want especially when we don’t know them. So we’re putting hedges up this spring between our homes.
Post # 9
@Ryansgirl : Hah! Good on you for those hedges. I would have probably gone over there with a bowl of tapioca and introduced myself, “Howdy neighbor, This is Ryan, and I’m Ryansgirl. We just recently moved in 14 months ago and wanted to meet our new neighbors! We’ve already met your children on multiple occasions, they were kind enough to surprise us with a redecoration of our garden. Good day to you!”
Post # 10
Ooooh where to start. I’ve run the gammut of awful neighbours. In my old apartment, I lived on the cusp of the gay village in Toronto, and my neighbours on one side where a male couple. They would go out to bars ALL night and then after hours bars, and the come home to continue the party with friends. I think their livingroom was on the other side of the wall from my bedroom and their stereo was against the wall because when the turned on the music (at 4am, as loud as it could go) my apartment would literally vibrate. It was awful. I would leave complaint after complaint with my landlord but nothing was ever really done. I was a student at the time, so I kept strange hours anyways, but these guys had zero respect for anyone else in the building. Above me was a woman who had a little girl (I can imagine how she felt about these guys too). I think the girl had a bowling game or something, so for a good hour or so every day, I could hear her rolling the ball back and forth across the floor above my head. Uggggggggggggggggh.
THEN I moved upstairs to get away from said crazy party music neighbours. I had an incredible apartment with a private rooftop patio that overlooked a major street in the city. It was awesome. However, once a year Toronto has it’s gay pride parade which is TONS of fun but really crazy busy. My apartment/rooftop overlooked said parade route. The first year I was in that apartment I invited my friends over to watch the parade from my patio. The way the rooftop was laid out, there were literally only 2 spots you were able to see from (there was a false wall blocking the rest of the view), so we would have all had to squeeze to see, but it was doable. I was getting ready for everyone to come over when I saw some movement out of the window. I looked, and there was my awful old neighbours and a couple of girls with them. One of the girls grabbed one of my chairs, dragged it over to the wall and basically staked out a spot standing on my chair. I went outside and asked her politely to get off my furniture and asked what they were doing. Old neighbours told me that not only were they planning on watching the parade from my rooftop (they came up via the fire escape from their place) but that they had invited a bunch of friends to join. Ummmm what?! So I politely told them that’s lovely, but that I had friends coming and that we would be using the rooftop I paid for each month in my rent and that they should go find another vantage point like their own patio. They were not happy. I called my landlord who said he had hired a security guard (no idea where that guy was) but that he’d be over soon to sort the situation out. My landlord was this like 85 year old grandfatherly type man. The neighbour started screaming and swearing at him and me for saying he couldn’t have a party on my deck. It was SO awful. The next year the security guard was there, but I had had such an awful experience I left and went to my parents house for the weekend.
THEN at my old condo (next place I lived) across the hall from me lived a crazy ex-stripper with a huge drug problem. Her husband/boyfriend/whoever was a Hell’s Angels biker and they also had a teenage daughter. One night some guy was banging on their door and screaming about them coming back with more people (likely more bikers it sounded like) because he knew his daughter who had ran away was hiding in their place. She denied it and then called the cops. It took ALL night between her and the cops and her husband and daughter all yelling at each other and freaking out about whether or not this guy was going to come back… It was like listening to a radio soap opera….
NOW at our house, we have a neighbour on one side of us who cut down half our huge gorgeous walnut tree without permission and who likes to parade around the yard in a teeny bikini despite the fact that she’s closing in on 50. She likes to “drop” things and then do straight leg bends to pick them up when my husband or his friends are in the yard. It’s actually pretty funny. Her boyfriend hates leaves and sticks on their roof and is constantly up there leafblowing and collecting twigs. They’re odd ducks. No one in the neighbourhood likes them.
Well that was an epic novel. Sorry. LOL!
Post # 11
Our neighbors who live above us are SO loud at all hours! 2PM, 3AM, whatever, they’re loud! DH and I joke that they’re clog dancing upstairs. They must move stuff all the time or do something that causes that noise. FIL was over last night and even asked us “What are your neighbors DOING?”,
Post # 12
@izziebear: lol we thought about going over, but now it’s too awkward. We see them all the time, coming home or leaving at the same time. We just thought that as new-comers to the neighbourhood, they should have introduced themselves, but maybe they thought we should have introduces ourselves!!! oh wellll!! Maybe we’ll ask them to pay for half of the hedges 😛
Post # 13
Our neighbors beneath us are stereotypical college guys who play first person shooter games really really really loudly and one screams “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” and “FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!” constantly (on a daily basis)–mostly at his computer at all hours of the day and night. Our walls and floors are thin so yeah, atleast I can’t hear sex.
We have some neighbors directly across the hall from Asia that cook very fragrant (sometimes foul-smelling) foods that seep into our apartment so it smells like really bad vegetables and trash. We share a utility room/locked closet where our heaters are so their air return mixes with ours. :/
EDIT: So I have some funny stories. I live in an old complex in a college town but it’s cheap and I think houses a lot of low income and is subsidized for some. Anyways, I’ve seen a few individuals with BMWs and Lexus’ that clearly shouldn’t be living here (no offense, but this place is jenk) which has my suspicions. Additionally, we have semi-annual apartment checks performed by maintenance to ensure things aren’t trashed and our air conditioning filter is changed. Anyways, a day after one of their checks, I see a bunch of cop cars parked in front of an apartment hauling a half dozen three foot tall pot plants. Another occasion when a college-age black guy lived below and across the hall from us woke up our entire complex by running around, swinging a baseball bat screaming racist epithets to another black guy. Lastly, there was a derogatory slur painted on one of the washer/dryer rooms. After the leasing office left us (the entire complex) a note telling of this inappropriate behavior, we were later awoken (2 am) to a bunch of black people gathering in the parking lot screaming. Police were called. I only live here because I’m a dirt poor college student, cannot wait to get out.
Post # 14
Prior to Christmas, our neighbors in our apartment have been great. It probably helps that we’re an end unit so we don’t have a neighbor to one side, but we’ve always heard little to no noise from those around us.
Well, the people above us apparently got either A) a new TV, B) a new speaker system, C) a new gaming system, or D) a new war game for Christmas because since then, every night I can hear guns firing and bombs exploding in our apartment. Their game is SOOOOO loud its ridiculous. It frightens the dog and she looks around trying to figure out what it is. Sounds like there is a war in my unit and I hate it! I hope the novelty wears off soon and they go back to a normal volume.
Post # 15
@Mrs.KMM: Have you thought about slipping a note under their door or talking to your landlord about it? Another neighbour I had had an extremely yappy awful dog but she didn’t realize he barked the whole time she was gone (how could she know?). After our management company at the condo told her about the noise complaint she hired a dogwalker and left apologies under people’s doors. Maybe they just need an area rug to absorb the extra noise, but in any case, you should let them know somehow!
Post # 16
Our current neighbors are awesome–We couldn’t have done better if we had hand picked them ourselves. The last apartment we lived at though at six units, and although the neighbors were nice as pie, they were all crazy. It sounds kind of trashy, but it was an expensive neighborhood for the area.
One lived with his girlfriend, but his ex-wife would come over on a weekly basis, the girlfriend would come home, and a three way fight would ensue with phrasing flying that I had never even heard of before. In the apartment next to him, the woman who lived there would start beating on her much larger husband about once a month–there would be broken windows, holes in the wall and cops called every single time. Once, the police were there 3 times in one night.
The people that lived right next to us were the landlord’s sister and her family. Nightly during the summer, they would break out a folding table and put it in the parking lot and light up their small charcoal grill. I have no clue as to what they put on there, but you’d see 2 or three foot flames shooting up from this thing. They got nicknamed “Flaming Hibatchi.”