Any weird neighbor stories?
Aside from the guy who leaves his garage door open all night, there is someone in the neighborhood who appears to be using the early morning dog walks to snoop around the houses. Like a tag team, it can be one of the two individuals from the same household that walks behind my house on a private golf course, and each time, EACH TIME, the individual will stop and dawdle when they reach a clump of trees that grows behind my property. They can show up anywhere from 6:50 to 7:15 in the morning. which is now very visible because of daylight savings time. This use to occur once a week, but it's increased to every two days or so. No problem with me that they're using the golf path for their walks, but I can't explain the lingering because they live nearby. Why stop when you're so close to home?
And I don't seem to be the only one that attracts their curiosity.
Anyone else have a weird neighbor story?
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Have I got stories! 
From wife beaters to peeping Toms to hoarders to drug dealers, I have seen it all.
The ones that stand out was the neighbor directly across the street who became a crack addict who let his dealer move in and sell at all hours from the house. 
Four years of increasingly insane behavior. The house was called in to the cops dozens of times -- they were on a first name with the guy. Sometimes there would be a raid, sometimes he would get hauled off to come down off the drugs. One day I heard a loud fight and then a giant BANG and went to the window to see a naked man running down the house stairs, who then when into the intersection and raced around it, looking around like he was paranoid and expecting very bad things to happen to him. Cops were called, ambulance arrived -- just a customer on a really bad trip. Finally the owner developed psychosis from all the drug taking. He started to put his own shit into jars, vases, and flower pots and throw them over his fence in the middle of the night at his neighbors driveways. After many calls to the City, he was finally taken away for his own safety and remains in a mental health facility a year later.
Then there was the speed house where there was a full SWAT raid around 10:00 on night. There had to have been 30+ officers, camera crews, a helicopter -- the whole deal. There was a sniper leaning against my roommates car, balancing his gun on the hood. It was very stressful to watch, hoping no one did anything stupid that would cause firing to break out.
Then there's the guy who died in his front bedroom one day. He was very strange, never spoke to anyone around him and walked his dog once a day with huge earphones on. No one noticed anything amiss until the neighbors were overwhelmed by a nasty odor. When they finally got in to the house the entire neighborhood was overcome by the smell.
Even with all that, the neighborhood is great for the most part. 
are all gone now. New problem neighbors? A group of techies who rented a house up the hill that play (badly) congas and timbales for hours on end with their garage door open. They are driving the neighborhood crazy. The overall quality of the neighborhood far outweighs the few problem neighbors.
...if I know what's good for me. 
I calmly walked up and snapped a few phone flash pics in his/her face for the record - Hey bear!
He/she stood up and looked at me...was like, "What do U want, I'm busy here"...... I went back inside
Seems like a lot!
He was probably mentally ill and I know I should feel sorry for him, but he was so nasty that I was thrilled when he lost his job and had to move back to his home country, which was Turkey.
He would do things like hide in the bushes in a red jacket (!) and take pictures of my guests and me if we were entertaining outside. Hey, the guy had a family: wife and 2 kids.
He would morph! Sometimes he'd appear tall and somewhat attractive. Well-dressed, confident, healthy. Then three months later I'd see him and he'd be puffing away on a cigarette and look a foot shorter and like he gained weight, too. Sometimes he'd appear to have hair and other times he'd look almost bald. Maybe he was dying his scalp? This went on for years and years. I could never tell what he was going to look like.
He had such poor interpersonal communication skills that I could not see how he could hold down any job, let alone be the lawyer for the Turkish consulate.
I'm pretty sure he got fired because before he moved, he wouldn't go out of the house for months. Only one time he appeared, and that was in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of jeans. When the move took place, his wife did everything and he did nothing.
When the moving van pulled up, I peered through my fence and then celebrated for an entire week. I did the happy dance right then and there.
Cher
thinking the same thing about mine.
Woke up at about 4:15 to a helicopter hovering over my house and spotlights shining in my bedroom window.
The next neighbor story is actually weirdly sweet because it's not something you see anymore in modern suburbs:
The house next door is a white brick 2-story. All of our houses have fences alongside and across the back, except for theirs. They have side fences; no back fence. Their house backs to an identical white brick house (down to windows and floorplan). It's one giant family. They have a huge garden between their homes and about 8 little ones are growing up there. It's seems like it's four sets of grandparents, 6 sets of parents and all the kids (the houses are very large—4000+ each). They get together outside often to sing and play, etc... It makes me wish I had eleventy billion bros and sis's and we all lived together and such...okay, not really, but it's sweet.
Making sure you aren't all talking about me...
Carry On.....
back in the early to mid 1980s I lived in a 6 family tenement, on the first floor, and there was a very strange family that lived on the other side.
An older man, his daughter, and a kid around 12 or so. Their alcoholic family would come over almost every night with their spouses and kids and they would all sit around at the picnic table in the back yard and drink themselves blind.
This invariably led to fights between the old man and whoever pissed him off, but usually his daughter (late 20s I would say). Since we shared a wall, we could hear everything. People being slammed against the wall, furniture flying, doors slamming, yelling and cursing, etc.
Sometimes I would swear they were about to kill each other or come crashing through the shared wall.
At some point the bedlam would die down
And in the morning, they would be talking to each other as if nothing at all had happened the night before. I mean, they could have made June and Ward Cleaver look like a couple of crazy people, that's how calm and normal things were.
I've lived near lots of weird neighbors. Not on purpose...Faulty radar, I guess.
No one should have to go through that.
got into a major fight. I was trapped in the corner of the kitchen trying to finish my dinner with the two of them shrieking, swinging, hair pulling, dragging right in front of the exit to the rest of the house.
I spent most of my childhood escaped into my own little world, usually hiding someplace with a book. Come to think of it, most of the rest of my life too...
Yeah, dysfunctional families are a treat.
