I happen to live in a nice spot in London, England. It's insanely cheap for the location and the apartment (or flat as we Brits call em) is nicely spaced for me and my room mate. It seems however that it comes with one rather large down-side.
We are possibly living opposite a psychopath.
We first discovered this fact a couple weeks after moving in and realized that the loud angry shouting was not coming from the street bellow, but rather from across the road, and a few stories up.
It was interesting to note that he didn't seem to be directing his near-constant stream of rage *at* anyone, rather he was just hurling abuse at the world in general. We marvelled at this volcano of a man for a moment, and unfortunately this seemed to attract his attention.
It was hard to make out words but "cunt" was a popular one, as well as "cocaine" and "penthouse suite, motherfucker". He was shouting from the top floor, so I can only assume it was his flat, and he was high on cocaine. We waved at him, mostly because we figured he was just high as balls and not really any kind of threat. Eventually, we got bored of the shouting, closed the window, and left him to continue raging.
However, a few minutes later, something came flying at the window. From the sound of it, I'd guess something like a small ball of rubber bands. It wasn't hard enough to break glass, but enough to make a loud thud against the window.
We both turned and immediately the guy above us had retreated back indoors. There was little doubt he had thrown it, except for the distance it had to be thrown. If you've ever been to an old European city, you might know that the streets are a lot narrower than those in the USA. That said, our street is still a couple lanes wide. Even with the difference in height, you'd still need a pretty good arm.
This was honestly a little scary, because we'd just moved in and we didn't like the idea of having to deal with an angry cocaine addict. Thankfully that was the last we heard of him... for a while.
Now the verbal abuse would continue on and off every couple weeks or so, never directly at us. When we could make it out, it was often about him being angry at other people for being angry at him, for being abusive. Also he's gay. It's unclear if that comes into the whole hyper-rage thing, but he mentions it enough during the rants that I figure it's worth mentioning.
One day he made the mistake of starting one of these rants during the week in the morning and the police came round when people going to work had a loud angry guy screaming 'cunt' at them from the rafters.
Anyway, I bring this up now because things escalated a little tonight. Since the police intervention a few months ago the ranting decreased dramatically. Me and my flatmate were watching Twin Peaks (Season 2 episode 2) when suddenly there was a loud sound of glass shattering. We decided to poke our heads out of the window and we could see the clear silhouette of our neighbour, calmly smoking. Not his usual MO. Was it him?
Then, two other guys on the street started shouting at us, saying we had dropped a beer bottle from our window ledge. Not only are we not dumb enough to leave things on the window ledge, but the windows had been closed for the past hour. We looked back at the silhouette and got no reaction.
Deciding to go down to street level (after finishing the episode. Audrey is in grave danger!), we inspected the shattered remains of the bottle. It appeared to be a cheap as hell bottle of wine and from the impact, we could tell it came from the building opposite, but didn't make it far enough to hit its intended target, our window.
Honestly, it's a little scary. Worst case scenario is this psycho manages to throw something *through* our window and potentially injure my flatmate, as well as landing us with a repair bill and a gaping hole in our flat during the middle of winter.
We'll deal with it of course. Things like this happen less and less often so it's possible it's phasing out. If not we'll gather what evidence we can and call the cops for a public disturbance whenever applicable.
How about it? Any horror stories from horrible neighbours? Or better yet, ones where you got your own back.
Updated by Clawstripe
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