Before we bought our first house we moved into a nice, colonial styled low rise apartment development. It had just been built so we had our choice in selecting the unit. We snagged one of the best, top floor with balcony facing a wooded area.

Then more tenants moved in. And the fun began. On one side was an older couple, both raging alcoholics who had loud fights with plenty of F bombs. One night they were throwing glassware at each other. Sounds of cursing interspersed with breaking dishes.

On the other side were a couple who turned up their stereo so loud that our adjoining wall vibrated. And directly below our bedroom was a retired guy who enjoyed monitoring police calls. Opening the window at night was out of the question. And he was an insomniac so it went on most of the night.

After our lease was up we moved into a house that we probably would have put off another year or two but having our own four walls was a high priority.

So although the move turned out ok we were nonetheless chased out by the looney neighbors.

I've heard a lot of horror stories, but we've been lucky never to have neighbors from hell. <<fingers crossed!>>

Yep, I lived next to a 20 sommething idiot who lived with mommy and daddy too long. Loved working on his truck at all hours with assorted power tools. He ran loud exhaust or sometimes no exhaust. Rode around his parents .2 acre backyard on a dirtbike all the time. Tried talking to him but it was always oh sorry and right back to it a day or two later. Parents just made excuses for his nonesense. Absolute nightmare neighbor and the local LE was too busy to bother with the likes of him. The property was on the edge of a few different areas between city and county so it was always someone elses problem when I called. In fairness they actually were too busy. Not a great place. Moving was a good idea for more reasons than just that fool.

Before that I lived in an apartment complex that was good for a while but opened up to sec 8 so the downstairs guy was a DJ and would turn his shit up to 11 at unreasonable times. Took multiple calls to LE after trying to reason with him in person to get him to stop. One night i remember there was a line outside of his door as all neighbors were going to knock at once.

I'm actually grateful for both expereiences. It taught me to always live with some standoff distance between myself and any neighbor. And to check local noise ordnances before considering a neighborhood. In retirement, I plan to move out to the middle of nowhere in the Dakotas and seek out a good amount of distance between the road and my house.

OMG yes, lost about 30K on a house because we had to move.

When we moved in we got along fine with the neighbors. But then a few weeks in we noticed their bulldog was shitting in our yard. We had toddlers running around barefoot in our grass. So my (now ex-) wife politely asked them to not let their dog shit in our yard.

It was hell from there. They called cops on us for nothing with fake noise complaints, put huge no trespassing signs on their fence, told neighborhood kids not to play with our kids. It was crazy. We finally had to sell. I could fill pages with the crazy shit we endured.

Yes, we had a neighbor family with two young wannabe gang banger kids. I couldn't talk to their parents because they cowered in their house. Their mommy was a reserve deputy with some very personal connections (think kamela) to an SO supervisor. They tagged fences, hosted loud parties with alcohol, drove their parents car up and down the street at speed.

So I 'talked' to the kids since I was still active LEO. The resident deputy in the rural area also 'talked' to them.

Then one of the kids got run over one night riding his bicycle down the roadway with no light. Screwed him up good. The neighbors thought I did it , but I was working 35 miles away. Eventually, we just got tired of the neighborhood anyway.

If at all possible buy acreage thus a buffer zone to neighbors. Our first house we acquired a three-quarter acre lot next to an existing property. Those individuals treated our property like it was theirs. There were nettlesome issues.

I am the reason neighbors move.

Not really. I try to get along with both of them.

My closest neighbors are pretty loud at night. That's the way cattle giving birth are.

My closest *human* neighbors used to be a bit loud at times, but now they're homebodies and disappear before dusk. Kind of like anti-vampires. Every fall he'll use up a couple dozen rifle rounds plinking and "sighting in", but other than that you wouldn't know that they were there, even in the daytime.

It wasn't the only reason, but the neighbors' teenage baby shits burgling my house (mobile home in a park) did push me in that direction. My brother has had some difficulty with the next door neighbors, which is why there is now a good-sized fence between their properties.

If you want to see how bad neighbors can get, watch "Fear Thy Neighbor" on the murder porn channel Investigation Discovery.

Been fortunate to have good neighbors. The good thing now is that we have several hundred feet between houses so that eliminates most of the issues that can be created by living on top of one another.

I live on a corner lot. All the side street neighbors walk their dogs up to my yard and wait for them to do their business. Nothing I can do about dog piss. It soaks into the ground and we're sort of good. The dog crap is a different animal. I was kind of good natured about it, or as much so as I could be. But then I tend to like dogs and it wasn't really the dogs fault.

So I devised a plan.. I had a shovel in the garage, known as the "dog shit shovel". I just meekly would pick it up, walk my perimeter, and shovel up any turds I found out in the roadway. Turns out the neighbors didn't like it. Neither did my wife, but I was open minded enough to give her the option of picking it up in a manner she approved of. She declined.

Then she took retaliation against me. She broke my dogshit shovel! I just used to fling it out in their roadway. The neighbors even complained to me. Who would have guessed they didn't like their own dogs piles? One day one of them saw me and even suggested I dispose of the piles into my trash. Didn't matter to me. Other neighbors without dogs came up to have a talk with me.

Reasonable was never one of my better traits. One even called the locals on me. While the cop was visiting with me, wondering how it ever got so crazy, a dog walker ambled up and let his dog shit right on my yard. In front of the local! So in my forced reasonable voice, I asked him if he was going to do nothing, but felt I should maybe change my system.

He then asked about all the innocent drivers, like him. So I suggested he steer around obvious land mines. These days I just hire out my cutting chores.

My favorite of all time was the guy/idiot across the side road. He was weed eating and plowed right into a fresh pile. Hit his retaining wall and splattered all over him, including his chest and face. He went up to his house and washed off. He was known to be crazy. I wished he took action, but just gave up.

Simple fact, dogs will shit. Owners don't care. And I outlasted all of them. Every single one. Some houses turned more than once, but I stood my ground and kept flinging.

Our street is all ranch style single family houses, unfortunately over the last 5 years the majority have been bought by slumlords who rent to societies bottom of the barrel. I am getting close to wanting to leave.

It sucks because the house is paid off and setup the way I want it, having to start over is a burden id rather not deal with, but the trash moving into the neighborhood is going to force us out.

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If you want to see how bad neighbors can get, watch "Fear Thy Neighbor"

That's a crazy show to watch. How people can escalate disputes into killings. We have two neighbors. Only one we have any interaction with and that's nothing more than standing outside and chatting for five minutes. We purchased a lake place over a year ago and my single most important criteria was space between neighbors. Most lake places are neighbors on top of one another. We got lucky and found a lot with three acres but our lake access is across the road. Oh we can still sit on the deck and look at the lake but we do not have lake shore so to speak.

Great trade off. Taxes are low and I've got lots of space. When it's time to go for a pontoon ride it's about a quarter mile walk to the dock.

I had a really inconsiderate neighbor one time . I get mad , but I also get even . Long story short , Air Conditioner units are kinda pricey ...

5 times, Apts. Suck

The few do indeed spoil it for the many

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twenty + years ago i was blessed to be able to buy a quarter section of land.
when we decided to build, my wife asked where did i want to build the house?
“right in the middle”

Since I've been to your house, I would love to live in your neighborhood. This is my neighbor, half is trash is actually on my property, his shed is 6' or less from property line.

The condo I warranting last year beforeI bought the house was bad.

Neighbors above me had a brood of three rotten pieces of crotch fruit in a 2 bedroom condo. The oldest of which was maybe 5. They would run wild at all hours and then there was always the loud, "THUNK" a brief moment of silence followed by screaming and crying. I went up and knocked on their door a couple of times when it was after 11:00PM and asked if they could quiet down. That was usually followed by dad screaming at the kids. Made me feel like an asshole. Then dad lost his job with the Covid lockdowns, made his wife park outside, moved an old dirty couch into the garage that the kids had decorated with markers and sat there with the garage door open smoking dope.

Then there was the crusty old fart across the alleyway. In the complex there were common alleys in which all the garages faced out on. He insisted on parking his beat up POS Saturn in front of his garage. It made maneuvering my truck into the garage a major PITA. Would basically have to parallel park in front of his car, then attempt to make the 90 degree right hand turn to enter may garage which usually entailed backing up and pulling forward 3 times in order to line up with the garage.

I tried talking with him about it and was basically told that his ability to park in front of his garage was more important than my ability to enter my own. Talked to my landlord, they went to the owner's association and were basically told to go pound sand. I wrote a strongly worded letter to the association explaining the situation. Explained to them that I was a trauma nurse and was required to work a certain number of shifts on call with a required 30 minute response time. Told them that not having access to my garage in winter posed a problem since having to warm the truck up and having to brush snow and scrape ice from the windshield would mean I could not respond in 30 minutes. Asked if one man's convenience was worth endangering a trauma patient with insufficient staffing. Solution was old fart was told not to park there during the winter months and then he went right back to parking there in the spring. Wrote another nasty letter to the association explaining that I was paying rent and expected to have access to my garage, was told to go pound sound, owner's convenience was more important than renter's expectations.

Then caught the old fart one night on my back deck trying to peer into my sliding glass door. It was a, "Tense" conversation with excuses of trying to see if I was home followed by a complaint of coming too close to his vehicle when I was maneuvering into my garage followed by advice of, "Then don't fucking park there." I filed a police report, he attempted to file a report, nothing happened.

Then caught him anther night actually inside my garage. Another tense confrontation with the excuse of, "I was trying to tell you the garage door is open." "Then what are you doing on that side of the garage when the door is over here?" Another police report filed, was considering filing a restraining order but decided it just wasn't worth it since the end of my lease was coming up and I was planning on moving anyway.

Not necessarily the neighbors, but the neighborhood, city and state in general.

I was getting near retirement and just could NOT picture living in that house in that neighborhood the rest of my life. Went from mostly owners to lots of renters and about half the people didn't speak English.

Thanks to the SIG Forum brain trust we got the flock out of dodge. Best decision of our lives.

I have a particular neighbor I'd like to see move away from me....