I attract them...
When I was a tiny baby, mum looked out of the window to see a naked asian man standing in the street, covered in blood, and holding a fuck-off big knife. He was a mentalist and had just cut his toddler daughter's throat.

Then when my parents divorced and we moved we had settled gypsies on one side who then got evicted and left all the taps on when they moved out - they ruined our carpets.
Then on the other side there was a nutcase alcoholic who had seven thug children (and five regretted abortions she used to come over and cry at mum about regularly) who got drunk and high every Monday (Giro) and got abusive. Finally her son (who once climbed through our bedroom window and stole our bestest jar of marbles!) beat up my five-year-old sister the day after she got out of hospital after surgery and the mother *seriously* threatened to kill us all... so we got moved; in a hurry.

(Mum actually saw her a few years ago, she's clean and sober, and apologised for everything.)

The emergency accomodation was the nicest place ever. An isolated cul-de-sac in the countryside where stressed families could relax. It was lovely, until a family of inbred halfwits moved next door - I swear when the West family made the news a few years later they reminded me of them. They were generally just *annoying* and mucky, but haha they didn't get rehoused in a nice area like the rest of us!


And my friend's nanan's neighbours were fucking nightmares, everytime they went into the garden the neighbours (elderly!) used to shoot outside and chuck things over the fence or run their lawn mower on the path!


Not a Scary Neighbour per se, but when my mum moved into a new house as a teenager, they dug up a prototype *fish and chip vending machine*!
(b3ta2, Sat 27 Aug 2005, 22:45, Reply)