Neighbour behind my house would scream at her kids daily to the point our kids would be afraid to play in the backyard. By "scream," I mean things such as "You f*****g little c**t! Get the f**k out here!" (verbatim quote) to a kid that looked like he was 8 or 9. My ex even tried to help out one day; one of her kids was up a 3-storey tall tree of hers that hung over our fence and wouldn't climb down (I wonder why?) and this banshee was screaming all sorts of bile at him to come down. My ex calmly says to the boy "Please climb down, sweetie. You might fall" to try and convince him; the woman then turns on her "What the f**k do you think you're doing? Don't you f*****g talk to my kids!" I made the mistake of calling the cops on her once while she was abusing several people. She then came after ~~my~~ me physically.

My neighbors in college thought it would be fun to shoot the pellet gun in their backyard. When shooting at cans wasn't satisfying they went ahead and shot my cat. I was gone at the time and when I got back home, my cat had ran back in through the window to hide, blood all over the floors. Took him to the vet who removed the pellet and he died two days later from peritonitis. One of the saddest moments of my life.

I guess not "from hell," but still. The neighbors f*****g kids man. It starts every spring. They only have one speech volume, which is scream. It sounds like children are being murdered on a daily basis. They jump all over my porch swing even though I have repeatedly asked the parents to tell them not to. They run up and down the stairs of my porch constantly. I am just waiting for one to get seriously hurt and then it's my fault. I have a narrow driveway and last summer the one got his bike wedged between my house and my cars' passenger door, scratched the s**t out of it. Basically they just run wild and the parents either don't care, or are too drunk to notice at times. I don't know when I turned into a crotchety old man at 30 but damn those kids.

Cop here. I went to a disturbance call where two neighbors were blowing leaves at each other with leaf blowers. They were actually mad while doing this.

Many stories but I will leave this bit of speech my genius neighbor spouted last weekend. Screaming this from her front porch to her adult son who just jumped in his jeep... "Put your seatbelt on, you been drinkin'!"

When i was a baby the old lady who lived above us put a hose through the window into my cot.

Looked out of my window to see my neighbour leaning over my 6ft high fence, and stretching right into my yard to saw some of the main branches off my tree... My tree had never extended over the fence and her limb-hacking killed it. A few months later, she cut one of the wires attached to our boundary fence that was holding up a shade cloth in my back yard. I called the cops on her. And a couple of weeks later, all the plants along our boundary fence mysteriously died, and seriously damaged some of my trees... And I still have no idea what her problem is!

Ten chihuahuas

I have actually been a terrible neighbor, it's something I actually still feel a little bad about (sort of). Basically where we lived we would get a lot of snails when it rained, I mean buckets full of them, it was a ritual of my mothers to go out and collect them all and 'dispose' of them 'humanely' with a brick. Being a 6 year old I absolutely loved snails and would feel really bad for the little guys and would go out and grab as many as I could in order to 'save' them, of course it made sense for me to simply throw them over the fence into my neighbor's yard where they could go live happily. It was only much later that I overheard a conversation between my neighbor and my mother in which she was saying all her roses had been almost destroyed by snails, the even worse part was apparently they belonged to her husband (the roses) who had passed away so they held a lot of sentimental value. After that the snails got 'released' to the house behind us who my mum didn't like so no one was none the wiser. Sorry lady neighbor I hope your roses grew back okay.

Found a neighbor of mine putting his trash in my cans. Then when I confronted him he tried to fight me.

Not from "hell" exactly. We used to live in a property with 2 units and we were in the back. Lived there for 4-5 years before the new front unit neighbours (a couple in their 60s-70s) moved in. A few weeks in, she complained about our front yard bit which was not a shared area and it consisted of a tree and 3-4 small bushes. She wanted us to plant something nicer in OUR private area (2m x 1m) keeping in mind we were in the back so no one from the street could see it anyways. My mum told her she didn't have the time to do that so she suggested we hire her gardener to take care of our area and mum told her we didn't have that kind of money to spend. Next thing you know she sends us her grandson (he would've been late 20s) to try and convince us to change our plants to what she wanted. She hinted we should do it because he was a professional *private detective* and he was really good at his job. Crazy plant lady.

In our last apartment, we lived on the 2nd floor. A family on the 4th floor had this kid who was maybe 3 years old. Every morning between 6 and 8 they'd walk up the staircase after having been out, and most of the time the kid would start crying. Loudly. What was the solution of the parents? Leave the crying kid in the staircase on its own for 15min! Our apartment doors carried sound through them very well, so it was basically like having a screaming 3 year old in your hallway every morning. Let's just say it got on my nerves rather quickly. So what did I do? Nothing of course, I'm a Swede lol.

My neighbour cut the Cable with her garden sheers, I presume an argument over the bill. She wouldn't let the cable company in to repair it. So they had to by pass her house, my house and about 6 others had no TV, Phone or Internet for 8 days.

I lived in a house that had been split into two apartments. Next door was a crackhead. Normally, crackhead kept to herself and didn't bother me except to bum a cigarette or two every few days. One day she needed a smoke, but I was down to my last pack, and payday wasn't for another three days, so I said no. She must have really needed a smoke, because it was like a rage switch had been turned on in her head. I turned around and went back into my apartment to get away from her screaming at me, and she went back into her apartment and started pounding on the walls. At least I thought she was just pounding on the walls. Turns out that she grabbed a hammer and was smashing her way through the walls to my apartment. I called her boyfriend who was basically a decent dude, and he rushed home and got her calmed down. The hole in the walls was basketball sized by the time she was stopped. Luckily for me they were already being evicted, so I didn't have to worry about her anymore.

My neighbour once vomited on my living room window out of spite...

I work in the agricultural industry and sometimes have to help sort out disputes between neighbours. I have always been shocked as to how two grown adults (or two families) will allow the situation to degrade to the point of violence. One time I was contacted because of a dam usage dispute. Basically, the two warring neighbours were unsure of the boundary between their two properties and both wanted to use this one particular dam. Both had in the past fenced it off, and both had cut the other neighbours fence down. I identified who the dam belonged to and provided advice accordingly. The neighbour who came off second best wasn't happy... He didn't say anything to me, really. But he did throw a tonne of dynamite in the dam, rendering it useless. It also exploded the animals drinking from it at the time of detonation. Another person is suspected of taking revenge on his neighbour for some sort of personal slight. I say suspected, because it's been thoroughly investigated and no one knows the clear details. All I can say is that the neighbour disappeared without a trace and rumour has it, was cut into pieces and stuffed down an out of commission bore hole. On other occasions, I've had to deal with neighbours who have shot at each other, lit each other's infrastructure on fire, stolen each other's property (including livestock) or even in one case, revenge f****d the neighbours daughter. Keeps life interesting.

We live near a protected area for endangered animals. One of the animals that the sanctuary is meant to protect is bald eagles. Since we live next to a field, it's pretty common for an eagle to sit on our porch and disembowel its rabbit for dinner. We have a neighbor that keeps calling the cops on us because the bird is on our property and claims it is traumatizing his innocent children. He treats us like we're the ones murdering fluffy bunnies for our own amusement.

Neighbors kid use to always just walk right in the front door. Before I moved into the house the original owner murdered the previous neighbor for always parking in his driveway. House is cursed to make annoying neighbors I guess.

Lived in an apartment over a couple who would constantly fight and blast '80s German electro pop s**t during week nights when I had to get up for work at 5am.

I live in an old motor court that was converted into cottages and trailers for rent. My neighbor directly across my cottage is a paranoid schizophrenic. He screams about fascist doctors and w**re nurses at all hours of the night. Sometimes he stands in front of his house with no shirt on, arms crossed, and just stares. He makes weird antenna hats and leaves signs all over his cottage that the doctors are in cahoots with the government and are doing experiments on his brain. He only ever wears white and makes his own clothes and if you live in Davis CA you've most likely seen him walking around downtown yelling or muttering to himself. I've gotten used to him and don't think he's dangerous, but yeah, it's awkward when you have company over and have to explain to them why your neighbor is sitting outside wearing a helmet with antennas poking out of it.

I lived down the street from a heroin dealer. My house was constantly being robbed by his customers. I forgot to lock my car and they stole my gps, and all my loose change. I didn't lock my shed and they took my lawnmower and gas. I assume they filled their car up, but on the bright side, they returned the can to my shed after using it. If it wasn't locked up, they would steal it, which is why I don't have a bike anymore. SUPERSTORM Sandy flooded my house with 2 feet of water. My front door wouldn't close because it had swelled from being immersed in water. My neighbors cleaned my house out. They took everything I own. They even went through my attic. They ripped my pjpes out of the wall. They stole my oven, my sink, my furnace, my water heater, my refrigerator, my pavers, my car, my boat, my sports autograph collection with signatures from Willie Mays and Micky Mantle, my guns, but as expected they never even touched my book collection. Back to what they took: my guitars, my video games, my tv, my sleeping bag, my computer, and my coin collection.

Every year at Christmas the neighbors on my street exchange homemade cookies. We just leave them on each other's door step, it's very nice. Our neighbor on the right always takes store bought and puts them in boxes like she made them herself. Everybody knows, though.