I once had a roommate in the basement who basically never left his room. He used to wear some kind of gloves at all times, and was once seen outside at around midnight going to the nearby park with a garbage bag full of who knows what. We joked that he was some sort of a serial killer, but in reality the poor guy probably just had a fair amount of mental health issues.

In another apartment the landlady looked like a stereotypical brothel madam. Sort of old, lots of make up on and a big hair. Whaddayaknow, we had a prostitute ring going on in the building. Lots of strange, nervous dudes waiting at the door late at night, young women with a lot of make up and skimpy clothes coming and going with suitcases… Until one day there was police tape over a handful of the doors and the picture of our apartment building in the local paper. At least our next door neighbor was a lovely old man who still sends us cookies that taste strange and are borderline edible - but the gesture is terribly nice. Good times!

Edit: Thanks OP for doing a question like this here. Of course it’s ok to ask technical questions, but they are just a lot more boring than real life stories - I hope we get them going and I never have to go back to askreddit.

Hosed out the inside of his car. In the dead of winter. It haunts me to this day… the inevitable icy swamp ass…

Went after the other neighbor with a weed whacker after the other neighbor had dumped a bucket of water on the first neighbors wife.

Growing up, every new years eve the neighbors next door would throuh a part and the whole neighborhood was invited. I think was around 11 when a new family moved in across the street. at that years party one of dad in the neighbor hood was dancing wtih Mrs. new neighbor. they start getting closer. he fuckin dips her and kisses her. right there in front of me, 3 other kids (i think one of his own), his own wife, and Mr. new neighbor. all the grown ups fled the room and no one ever spoke of it again.

He was the former building manager, but retired and still lived in the same building complex.

He would simply stand at his window facing one of the entrances to the complex every day when it was warm enough and angrily shout nonsensical things at anyone passing through. Fun times, luckily I lived there only for a year.

effigies and nooses

no joke.

Threw pears at our bedroom window because they were mad about something we had no control over. God I don’t miss that place.

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