Neighbors From Hell

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Okay, I know there are lots of good neighbor-from-hell stories out there. I will share some of ours, and then y'all can tell me yours. How's that for a deal?? LOL Back in '93, we were having a new townhouse built. It was really nice, and about a week before we went to settlement, I went by to look the house over. I was on the back deck, and the woman who had moved into the one next to ours came out and introduced herself. Well, she seemed nice and was very friendly. They had moved in two weeks ago, and she said she would like to show me some things in our new house that she thought I would like to see. I figured she knew some hidden secrets or something, so I said sure, come on over. Well, as soon as she got inside our house, she started showing me things that were wrong with it. Well, me, being the wimpy kind of person that I am, just went along with her and let her show me all the "flaws" in my new home. When I told my husband about her, he said "Uh oh, a trouble maker." I was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. We moved in the next week, and our troubles started almost immediately. We started finding dog poop in our yard, and at the time, we did not have a dog. One morning, my husband called me to come look out the door. Their dog was right in the middle of our back yard doing his business. And, she was standing in her yard watching him! My husband told me to say something, so I nicely went on the deck and told her please not to let her dog use our yard for a bathroom. Well, by saying that, I started a war that raged for the next six years until they finally moved out. Now, it was bad enough that she was a total psycho, but, I assume in order to live with somebody that insane, her husband, son, and daughter were all a tad bit on the psycho side also. A lot of people might not believe some of the things they did; I might not if I hadn't lived through it! Just a few of the highlights: I came home from work one evening, and she opened her front door and said "Oh, here comes the circus fat lady." Later that night, I was taking the trash out to put at the curb, and she came out on her deck and yelled that I better not hurt her dog. My husband, who had a cast up to his hip, was standing in the door, but she didn't see him. He yelled "She hasn't even looked at your dog." I was kind of fed up with her by this point, so I told my husband, "See, I told you she was a crazy bi-ch!" Well, she said "You are going to jail for that." I just went in the house, and, sure enough, about an hour later, the police came knocking on our door. They said that she said I was harrassing her and calling her names! We told them what really happened, and I guess they believed us because they said to just try to ignore her. Right, easier said than done! Another incident, it was just before Christmas, and we went to buy a tree. We brought it home, and took it up to put on the deck. We saw big piles of dog mess all over the backyard, so I got a shovel and started throwing it in the road behind their house. Their backdoor opened, and she started yelling at me. Then her husband came down to where I was, with a shovel and started throwing the poop back behind our house in the road. He started yelling and cussing at me and was standing there with his fist balled up like he wanted to hit me. I yelled at him to go ahead and hit me, and he said that he doesn't hit women. His wife yelled to go ahead and hit me, that I wasn't a real woman anyway. Again, they called the police and told them that I was throwing dog crap in their yard! Well, the police heard our side of the story, went out and walked through both of ours backyards, and said there was no poop in their yard, but plenty in ours, so they believed us. These are just two stories out of hundreds of things that happened over the six years, but I feel like I am rambling now, so I will stop it here. Just let me say that this woman and her little family caused us so much grief that my daughter and myself almost had nervous breakdowns. These people called the cops so many times, not just on us, that the cops would get a call for our development and they would know our neighbors were involved in some way. Once they moved out, that was the end of the police calls and the trouble. Thank you for putting up with my long rant. Now let me hear some of your horrible neighbor stories, please.