Anyone got any asshole neighbours stories?
The guys two floors below us had really horrid yappy little dogs, that would bark constantly. They would just leave them out on the balcony and they would bark at everything. They've also had a couple of mid week parties where they've had really loud music on at 3am, and one party they were out on the balcony making weird animal noises. I've had to go down and tell them to keep it down twice. Luckily they've just moved out, happy days!
Not my worst neighbour though. The flat opposite theirs had a woman living there who rented out her spare room to a guy from Manchester. One Saturday night Qasiel was round, Andy had gone to bed and we were just chilling watching late night tv, I think it was about 1am. We heard this horrific whaling coming from the stairs, so popped out to see what it was. My neighbours opposite me had also come out to see what the comotion was. The guy from Manc was having a row with his girlfriend, who had come down for the weekend to see him. He had chucked her out of the flat and was lobbing her suitcase out the door , she was lying on the floor sobbing.
I couldn't just stand by doing nothing so I went downstairs to see if I could help. He was clearly on something and calling her all the names under the sun. She was really upset, so I took her upstairs and we all went into my neighbours flat. She calmed down and explained he gets really jealous and possessive, and didn't like the fact she had spoken to another guy, so started calling her a whore and such and, after biting her lip, kicked her out of the flat.
All the while he keeps coming up and knocking on the door asking to see her, but my neighbours big Rastafarian boyfriend was keeping him out. The one time we do let him in as we think he wants to apologise, he just starts calling her names again, so we kick him out. Obviously there's no where she can go, so I say she can stay at mine and get her coach back in the morning. So we go in to my flat.
Dickhead comes back up knocking on the neightbour's door, asking where she is. Rasta just says she's not there and shuts the door. He ain't stupid, knows she's in ours. Knocks on our door. At first I just ignore him, till I realise he ain't going anywhere. As I start to open the door to tell him to go home, he tries forcing his way in! He's a big lad, clearly works out, trying to push his way in, just little old me blocking his way! Luckily Qasiel comes running straight away, and the commotion wakes Andy up, and between the three of us we manage to get him out and the door shut.
While this is going on my neighbours have had enough and call the police, who turn up pretty sharpish. Soon as they hear he bit her lip earlier on they arrest him, and we all finally get some sleep.
Never did see him around after that, and I think he moved out a few months later, but I was right on edge for ages, worried he'd want to get revenge for us getting him arrested. Not nice.