Most of us have had a weird neighbor at one time or another – I’ve had more than my fair share, it sometime seems – but these 15 neighbors really take the cake.
#15. On Airbnb.
“My neighbors have a tent in their backyard. the tent is listed on air bnb
Edit: Wisconsin It’s sadly gone now and I can’t find the photo. I would post it and ask any stalkers use the side door if they come to murder me. But if I find it I’ll post it.
It’s damn near winter here so it must not have been an all season Coleman tent.”
#14. We don’t go in our yard anymore.
“We have about 70m of bushes that separate our gardens. Our neighbour cuts the bushes excessively thin on his side so he can watch us through the bushes. He does this exclusively at stretches of bushes where we spend time – so next to our door and our backyard where we used to sit in the sun or play football with my 6 and 7 year old brothers.
You can see his side of the bushes when you’re on the main road, and the Bush everywhere is dense and about two feet thick aside form those spots. Anytime we open the door (makes a noise) we can hear him turning off his lawn mower and making his way to the same place we are, but on his side.
Landlord lost his shit at him so the guy bought fencing to put up where he had blatantly cut the Bush too thin. This fence is purely a decorative one and can be seen though at head height. Whenever we leave the house, we can hear him finishing what he’s doing and he’ll be standing down at the front gate to watch us leave. My mom’s also caught him a few times staring through the bush into our kitchen (very large window at our dining table) where mom spends most of her time, so we keep the blinds down all the time.
Got reported to the guards years ago for indecent exposure and some other weird shit not related to us. We just don’t go in our yard anymore because he’s technically not doing anything wrong and we can’t stop him.”
#13. No one can confirm.
“A friend of mine has a neighbor who sometimes walks around in a gas mask. No one can confirm who he is.”
#12. What’s up with the buzzards?
“I have these neighbors that live way behind me, down a long and secluded driveway. They aren’t really weird per se, but a nice, country, elderly couple in their late 80’s/early 90’s. Save for one odd habit of his. He kills buzzards and wires their decomposing bodies to his fence.
I discovered this when i took my toddler son back there to trick or treat his first time. We’re walking down that long ass driveway of theirs and hey, lookie there! Big ass dead buzzards, wings outstretched to the fullest, decomposing on the fence. I was just like “well that’s not something you see every day” and went right on to their door, dearly wanting to ask about them. I couldn’t be like “Trick or treat! What’s up with the buzzards?”
#11. Stick vision.
“My neighbors are obsessive about their yard and are constantly picking up sticks, raking, etc. One day, we have a big snowstorm that drops over a foot of snow. I’m looking out the window at the scenery and see my neighbor walk out his door, trudge about 20 feet into a yard, stick his hand into untouched snow and pick up a stick. It was like he had infrared vision for the stick. The snow was so deep that it was all level, you couldn’t make out any features below.
To this day, I don’t know how he knew exactly where that stick was.
EDIT: I have more stories if you want them.
Edit2: The mysterious pile of sticks that grows.”
#10. Future Man.
“My wife and I live in a large apartment complex in Chicago. I am not sure which apartment this guy actually lives in, but I always see him zooming out of the courtyard. We call him Future Man.
Future Man does not speak or walk or try to fit into society in anyway. He is easily 6’7 and weights at least 275 pounds. He wears sunglasses at night and I’ve never seen him actually walk. He rides everywhere on one of those two wheeled hover board thingies and at night straps rope lights to his torso that flash incredibly bright red and green light. Sometimes he also has a little Bluetooth speaker clipped to his backpack that blasts some pretty solid 80s/90s hip hop. He does not slow down. He drives it mostly on the road and does not observe such things as stop signs or stop lights.
We have lived in this apartment complex for 5 years and just two weeks ago he acknowledged me for the first time. He simply gave me a head nod and put his hand into a fist as if to say “you’re okay with me.” He said nothing in actuality but I’m still beaming from the experience.
He’s my favorite neighbor, but he is weird.”
#9. Every single day.
“So he has a truck and a car, both kind of old and beat up. Every day he switches their parking places, and everyday he leaves the car running, opens the hood and just stares at the engine for about an hour. He’ll step back for a smoke break, eyes still hard on the running engine from afar. Sometimes he’ll sit in the driver’s seat and listen to the one tape he has left apparently, and it’s Sheryl Crow. Every. Single. Day.”
#8. The stray cats.
“Across the street neighbor feeds the stray cats outside. After he empties the food on their plate, he runs his fingers inside of the can and licks the remaining cat food off his fingers.”
#7. With scissors.
“Not my neighbor but a friends.
Lady use to put her car in neutral and push it down the drive way because she said it “saved her $$ on gas”
Same lady would also get on her hands and knees and trim her yard with scissors after the lawn care company was done.”
#6. She was just fine.
“I had a neighbor (alcoholic/druggie) who thought there were two women living in my house; I had dyed my hair blonde from brunette. He continually asked where the brunette was and how she was doing. I finally just said she was fine.”
#5. My crosswords.
“So I had a neighbor (80yo or more) widowed guy.
Every time I get the newspaper delivered to my mail box, when I open it : I find the crosswords done (I don’t do them or give a damn).
A day I decided to try catch who’s doing my crosswords, day 1 : 8 am, they where already done. Day 2 : 7:30 am already done. Day 3 : 7am I decide to give up.
One day, 4am, I was getting back home from a night out, while I was passing by the mailbox ; nothing yet delivered, so I place my GoPro inside and went sleeping, the next day ; FINALLY GOT IT, it was my neighbor, he has done the crosswords right up on my mailbox, for like 10min (I will try to find the video, but it was absolutely cute, staring at my door time to time, and scratching his head). Next day ; I took him a 1000 crosswords book, drop it right his door, rang the bell and stayed on my car discretely. He took some time to open the door, then found it, I swear it was the happiest person like a kid that got a puppy. He stayed in his porch and passed like 2 hours doing crosswords then felt asleep lol.
The next day : i was getting back home from work, he came to apologize (like a kid that has to confess something) and brought some cookies. We stayed talking about his WW2 service and how the world changed.
I frequently bought him crosswords books, until he passed away 1 year ago..
May he Rest In Peace ?
EDIT : I just received a golder reddit! I don’t know what exactly it does but thank you very much for whom is behind that ?”
#4. They’ve been caught.
“My next door neighbors keep using our stuff. They’ve been caught with their hose attached to our water, taking our outdoor chairs etc. They also have no problem honking their car horn repeatedly at any time of day or night when someone isn’t getting out of the house fast enough.
edit: To everyone telling me to cut their hose, we removed the spigot handle instead a while back. They haven’t hooked back in since.”
#3. Can you see me now?
“We built a fence on our property line (a few feet into ours actually) and the night it was finished I hear banging outside. I go to the sunroom we have downstairs and see a headlamp moving back and forth quickly. I go outside and see my neighbor throwing lead pipes into our fence screaming, “Can you see me now” and kept repeating that over and over again. Soon after he spots me and runs back inside.”
#2. Magically groomed.
“My neighbor secretly does my yard work.
He’s a very reserved man in his fifties, and my fiancé and I are in our mid/late twenties. Our neighbor never talks to us, and will frantically avoid conversation with other people. He blows the leaves in his yard every single day, even during summer. He also waxes his car once a week. If there’s a storm, the next day he’ll walk around his yard picking up twigs that have broken off of trees until his yard is perfectly clear of twigs. I should mention we live in a forest and both of our yards are at least an acre or so with dozens of trees.
The yard obsession doesn’t end with his property line though. At least once a month I’ll come home and our yard is magically groomed: the leaves have been blown (even if we just blew the leaves a few days prior), our gravel driveway has been sprayed for weeds, our tiny section of grass has been mowed, etc. We take care of our yard, I have flower beds I maintain, and we do a big “yard maintenance day” once a month. but it doesn’t come close to our neighbor’s yard maintenance. I’ve even caught him in our yard a couple of times and he just hustles out without saying a word. We have a picket fence around our acre lot, so it makes him silently leaving our yard just a little awkward since he has to walk all the way up to the gate.
I’ve tried to thank him multiple times, but the last time I brought him cookies as a thank you for blowing our leaves he would only open the door a crack, took the cookie tin, dumped the cookies into his hand, handed me back the tin, and quickly shut the door. Now I just leave thank you cards in his mail box.
I’m guessing he’s either bored, has an obsession with yard maintenance, or is just trying to be nice to the young couple next door but really hates social interaction.”
#1. The planter has grown.
“We got a new guy who can’t contain his belongings to his own space. Each condo in the building comes with two tandem parking spaces. He owns five motorcycles and three cars, so that’s not enough. They give him another set of tandem spaces, and (here’s the only reason anyone gives a shit) part of the FIRE LANE in the garage. You saw that. The HOA for the building decided money was more important than safety. So he’s got three motorcycles in an area actively obstructing the fire lane (which is also against their own stupid HOA rules, not to mention fire codes), but he’s not done.
You can tell which apartment this guy is in because he’s the only one with a huge planter next to his door…in the damn fire lane. The planter has grown. It’s now got two plastic flamingoes, a wagon, and a stroller. All in an active fire safety footpath.
Why do I care about fires? We’re in California.”
