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Yeah, so one day I went over to my neighbors house. We were in her parents bedroom, which wasn't a good plan in the first place, but thats were they kept their computer. Sitting there she confessed to me that she had found one of her moms ahem vibrators in the drawer while looking for something. She got it out, and touched it which was the worst part. So about … Read more »
My neighbours are a silent, middle aged couple. They say hello when we pass, don't have loud parties, go to bed early and sometimes we doubt a little that they actually exist.
Their son lives there too. He is also quiet, says hello when we pass, doesn't have loud parties and seems to go to bed early. He also was in prison for raping his 15 year old cousin and regularly … Read more »
My neighbour and I do not share a common language. Literally. I live in Sarajevo & speak minimal Bosnian, although I can understand enough to follow most conversations easily and her English is non-existent. One morning I was waiting outside our building to be picked up and she arrived back from her morning walking the dogs. We chatted a little, mostly me nodding and her asking me questions. I had … Read more »
I live in a townhouse in a quiet little neighborhood, well, now that the methlab is busted. People smile as you pass and children ride their bikes on the sidewalks until the sunsets. Things are normal around these parts.
We all know how tough married life can be on young newlyweds, so no one thought much that the neighbors were occasionally seen yelling, but many were surprised to know that … Read more »
One year on halloween we had a big costume party. Alot of people showed up and it was hard to keep track of who was who. Then I noticed that the teenage boy who had recently moved in accross the street had come over. We had yet to meet him or his family. I noticed through out the night he kept running back over to his house and then back … Read more »
My neighbors ride motorcycles
honk horns throughout the night
and day drink their liquor
while screaming profanities at their dog;
"Get the FUCK back here Snowbunny!"
The Dogs' name is Snowbunny.
Several years ago, I lived in an apartment, and I shared a wall with a guy who dressed like a rapper. This guy constantly brought home ladies weighing well over 250 pounds. Everytime he did, I woke up at about 3 in the morning to the sound of them porking with Simple Plan playing in the background. He lived next to me for about 3 months. … Read more »
When I was an undergrad, my life was full of Steves. I hopelessly pined after Steve the drummer, while my best friend was stalked by Steve the psycho, and on both sides of my little yellow house on Summit Street lived Steve-the-crackhead and Steve-the-lawyer.
Steve-the-crackhead had three daughters who also lived with him. The two youngest would come over to my house to play games with my … Read more »
I have serious issues with a neighbor of mine. This woman has two children and they are just as bad as her. For years we have gone through things with her sons and my son. She is the biggest drama queen I have ever known and the most immature adult amongst the neighborhood. This woman works for a law firm and tells people that she is … Read more »
It was around 2:30 in the morning and I was in bed, nodding in and out of consciousness due to a heavy night of imbibing, when I heard a couple of shots outside. It wasn't anywhere near the 4th of July, so the noise struck me as odd since it normally feels safe in this northwest Chicago neighborhood. Even so, I didn't feel like getting out of bed for any … Read more »
The people next door started off okay when they first moved in. No noise, not a sound from them. They had a few kids, a few animals. Two Rihno like looking dogs and a bunch of cats that loved using our backyard as a hang out/litter box. The wife or girlfriend was even kinda fine. Although all I ever saw was the back of her, but still, it was … Read more »
I'd call them the neighbors from hell, but that would be an insult to neighbors from hell. They were not just loud, they were jet-engine loud. They cranked the music and partied all night, every night. They had drums in the living room. In an apartment. An apartment that had a wall in common with my bedroom. It got bad enough that I started having to go to bed with … Read more »
"Welcome!" said the door mat outside the new neighbours front door. 'Yes, but do they mean it?' I asked myself. I felt impelled to find out the truth. So I confronted my new neighbour at her house, hoping for some peace of mind. I knocked at the door.
'Hello.' A fairly attractive brunette woman greeted me at the door.
'Your 'welcome' mat'. I said, not trying to give too … Read more »
The kids next door have names like Jessie and Jordan. They're college-age but don't go. My wife and I are 25 and we bought this house for the nursery because she was still pregnant.
We're on the end of our row in the West End of town 10 blocks from where downtown is bad. There's a bar on the corner and the elementary school a … Read more »
Tootsies
His name is Tad. I've been calling him Chad for over 3 months to which he responds. His door is at the top of the stairs right accross from mine. He leaves it open all the time.The landlord has yelled at him to keep it closed because it stinks in there. His apartment is neat as a pin and smells like ass. That's because it smells just like him. I … Read more »
He was tall and hairy, with a full beard and a thick accent.
"You haf room to rent?"
‘He looks like Rasputin,’ I thought, remembering a TV documentary about the Russian mystic who mesmerized the czar and czarina before the 1917 revolution.
Rasputin was known as the Mad Monk.
"Uh, j-just a minute,†I stammered. “I have to get my stepfather."
It was deep winter in Minneapolis, 1962. My new stepfather, Joe, … Read more »
Stripper Neighbor; kids played in dumpster.
When my family moved into our current house, nearly four years ago, we never got to know our next-door neighbours, an older man and woman. All I can really tell you about them is that the man would mow the lawn seemingly every other day in the summer. It seemed crazy to me that anyone would spend that much time mowing their lawn, but I figured that maybe he was … Read more »
I moved into my first apartment in 1986, when I was 18. I had been there barely a month when the landlord knocked on my door and asked me if I would go across the hall with her to inspect the apartment.
I had only once met the lady who had lived there. She was in her late 40s, barely five-feet tall, and walked with a pronounced hunch. … Read more »
When I was towards the end of my 2nd trimester of pregnancy, my future husband and I were sleeping on a king-sized mattress on the floor of his apartment. We shared a wall with a very very nice guy (I forget his name now) who had a great golden retriever named, Albert. Albert was a typical golden retriever; happy, gregarious, just all around lovable, until that is, his owner would … Read more »
As part of our new webcomic, Next-Door Neighbor, we thought it appropriate to have a little contest. Tell us your best true next-door neighbor story, and the winning tale will be matched with an artist and transformed into a webcomic and included as the final installment of Next-Door Neighbor.
No matter how close or how far, we all live next to someone, and we all have a Next-Door Neighbor story. With that in mind, editor Dean Haspiel asked some of his favorite storytellers and cartoonists to create their favorite NDN stories so we could share them with you.
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This contest ends September 1, 2008. Prizes are not redeemable for cash and must be accepted as awarded. Winners are decided at the discretion of SMITH judges and all decisions are final. SMITH reserves the right to change the contest rules. Enter as often as you want. SMITH reserves the right to reprint or republish all entries.
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