creepy neighbor of five months just introduced himself by walking into my apartment and asking me to punch him in the face.

I don't know how I'd handle the situation with you being gone. Needless to say that if he enters your apartment talking about violence and messing with your personal stuff again, that's cause for trespassing. No restraining order needed. Hell, in Florida, you could probably legally shoot the guy.

Hopefully, it won't come to that.

yup, shoot and kill!

i'd file a report with the cops right away. as a precautionary thing, to have a record, etc.

so glad i live in a house share! damn.

good luck!

situation blows though dude. I'm sorry.

There used to be a family across from us. The son, he must have been in his twenties, had been somewhat of a psycho/criminal: he had been in prison for dealing drugs and was known to be a bit violent/aggressive. We stayed clear from the guy. One night I was with my cousin in some bar and I noticed he was there. I was seriously not into talking with the guy, but apparently he was. He was standing next to me, doing this "rah rah" act. I turned to my cousin whispering:"This creep lives next to me and what the hell's he doing, trying to impersonate a machine?" I mean, seriously, he was pretending to be some talking machine. In every sentence he would go "rrrrrrah rrrrrah." I did not want the drugs he just had. So suddenly he turns to me and offers me a drink. I politely decline saying I had a drink. But he kept insisting he wanted to buy me a beer. "Come on! Live a little! Rah rah!" I said, no, thanks. He then asked where I LIVED! I mean, wtf, he had lived in my street/neighbourhood for about... what... 12 years?!? Had he never noticed me? I said jokingly:"Well, isn't that funny, I've been living in your neiughbourhood for more than a decade! hahaha!" I met him some other time and he said he hadn't seen me in the neighbourhood. I said I was scared and hid in the cellar from him. He gave me an odd look.

A few years ago he shot some other creepo in the stomach. I saw him that night speeding off. Apparently to the pub... with a shotgun. Instead of paying his *dues* he fled to, I think, Thailand where he ran a bar. Some bloke killed him by planting an axe in his head.

i was kind of wound up when i wrote the original post, but the landlady witnessed pretty much half of our interaction for the day.

i'm really racking myself to remember if i called him "crazy" or not. i know i called him "creepy" a few dozen times, but if there's one thing i know its to never call a crazy a crazy to thier face.

just punch him in the face

surprised it took five posts to get this reaction.

I kept trying to figure out what i had done to this guy... but beyond possibly taking his laundry out of the dryer once or possibly being a bit noisy now and then there was nothing. And it was clear he wasn't going to be bringing anything up.

Another thing I breezed past in the original post: during the second confrontation (when i came up to his front door) his roomate and rommate's gf came out of a bedroom and out the front door, and had to walk right between us. thier facial expressions were def. "oh jeez he's going off on the neighbor now," and not "omg what is roomate doing???" roomate guy had a few words with landlady who later told me he wanted to "talk to her later." i have had a lot more exchanges with this guy than crazy guy, and besides the loud sex from time to time, he's a-o-k.

had that distinct three-days-no-shower scent.

How convenient you didn't mention this at the beginning! You brought this on yourself!

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dude has been practically invisible for five months

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further evidence for Going Off Meds Crazy theory.

Another she ran off naked out of her flat, on the streets, cause she suddenly realized the soldiers (or whatever they were) wanted a bit more than just talking. She also had porn 'n' threesome nights with other neighbours.

Ironically, I have a creepy neighbor who won't punch me in the face no matter how nicely or insistently I ask. How rude!

Oh shit that's really bad. This person needs care and treatment, not jail.

Hope auntie's sympathetic.

btw, googling "competent to stand trial hawaii" came up with this:
http://starbulletin.com/2005/07/13/news/story13.html

So he'd have to be pretty far gone to be declared incompetent, I'd say.

meaning one that's tied in directly with probation

my GF and I were talking about the whole thing the other day, in light of the fact that we now know he's been without a dad for a while and probably lost his mom around x-mas time. she said:

"he was probably looking to you as someone who could physically manifest the pain he was feeling inside."

i think she's right. i hadn't thought about it like that until she said that. it kind of took the wind out of me when she said it.

I think about manic facepunch guy every now and then. I wonder if he's okay, dead, homeless, on meds, etc.

my story's nowhere near as disturbing, but back when I was a freshman in college I lived in a dorm and met a very excitable girl up in the lounge. She was talking to other people, who showed a bit of repulsion towards her, which immediately let me know these people already knew of her and disliked her. One gentleman was listening to her and acting very friendly towards her. She was basically showing people her latest 'sermon' she had written.

After she left, the spineless "fun-making" started and people were talking about how "childlike" her sermon was, with the one sole friendly guy defending her and saying that sometimes you have to return to that childlike state of adulation.

I talked to her briefly, as she seemed very nice, and I could tell something was up -- definitely seemed like manic depression, maybe even some elements of schizophrenia (though I'm no shrink, was just a guess). I listened to one of her sermons to be polite (although I'm quite the atheist), and I think she followed me to the union where I got myself something to eat, and she saw me back to my room, and we said goodbye.

She came back a few hours later to say she'd written 2 or 3 new sermons. She also said she knew she should be doing homework, but felt that this was "more important". I was attempting to watch football at the time, but I was polite and invited her in, as I felt like she didn't have many friends.

She then asked me to type up her sermons for her, so I did - and there was the confirmation. Her stories were very personal and hinted at prior potential sexual abuse from a sibling, as well as issues with her father. I felt uncomfortable having this on my computer, but she was watching me type, and it was important to her, so I told myself I'd save it, and find a way to deal with it later. After a few hours, she finally departed.

My roommate, who was a member of a Christian youth group, and hung out with other religious friends of his, met her, and they immediately started making fun of her, in an innocuous yet annoying way (it was like, she hadn't really done anything to bother them other than being weird).

The problem was, the coming to my door became nonstop. She'd come to my room, stay for an hour or two, and leave, only to come back in another two hours, to do the same thing -- write sermons. It was starting to interfere with our lives. The next morning, I woke up and my roommate said she had come by at like 3 a.m., but he just didn't answer the door.

Fast forward to 9 am, and what sounds like a violent 'bang' occurs on my door. Being that it's a dorm full of idiots, I pass it off as nothing, but then it happens again and again, and obviously someone is ramming...not knocking but RAMMING on our door. Then I hear her voice, politely calling to my roommate and I in a sing-songy cheerful voice, saying to let her in, or she was going to knock the door down.

I went outside to deal with it and again politely asked her what was up, and she was talking about some dream she had and sermons she wanted to write, and at this point, details are hazy, but I believe I politely asked her to come back later. Unfortunately, my roommate was livid and headed to the showers, and on his way outside, she called to him "sorry about waking you up". He replied curtly "Yea right", and she insisted she was and he said "two nights in a row? yea right". So she started weeping on my shoulder, and I did my best to comfort her, all the while wondering how I could get my privacy back without hurting her feelings too bad. I mean she was harmless, I didn't mind her coming by once in a while, but it was just ALL THE TIME.

Anyway, I reported the incident at this point to the local RA, because I was afraid for her stability.

Oh, and one other thing. She was in the room at one point while my roommate (who, for someone who was supposed to be a religious guy, was a huge hunk of tool) was talking on the phone with a friend. He was talking about a girl he just met, and said "she's cute...yea, she's awesome". The girl in my room assumed he was talking about her, and later wrote me a letter that she slipped under the door saying she wanted to marry him because he was a good Christian man.

So this is why she was really 'weeping' that day -- in her mind, she just lost her soulmate.

After she left, a knock on my door happened later, and a letter slips under the door. I open it, the person that left it is long gone, but it was obviously her. She wrote a letter to my roommate saying he should punch her in the face for her upsetting him, and all of this really scary stuff. At this point, I know I can't not say anything anymore and I go to the R.A.'s room, and leave a note for him, and he immediately comes and talks to me. I just say I'm worried for this person's safety and some of the things they've said make it sound like they may harm themselves (or someone else), and he says he'll deal with it.

He does, and she never comes by again, other than one time. It was never my intention to tell the person they couldn't ever come by again...just that it needed to be less. But I guess this was the only solution -- I had tried to tell her several times, it hadn't worked, and my roommate was going to be a jerk to her if she ever showed up again.

Regarding the sermons -- they were still on my computer, and now I felt really iffy about having these, so I put them all on a disk and turned them over to the RA on request, who presumably gave them to her. Then I deleted them.

She didn't last the semester. It was quite sad, she really had no chance with how everybody repeatedly insulted her , and she clearly had a lot of mental instability and was probably on medication. There was definitely abuse in her past.

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^^^ Ladies and gentleman, my cat's first post on ILX!

is your cat a fan of bed and breakfasts? best check yer credit card bills....

I love that story of Harvey Pekar's where he is taking a crap and two guys bust into his apartment to rob him or something and he gets off the taolit and fights them off, pants around ankles. Ha!

toilet I meant - but I like Taolit too

the taolit of poo

Reading the initial post made me feel sick. :\

I hear being punched in the face is a good cure for that.

oh fuck off not everything is laughable you cynical shit

http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/3/calm-down.jpg

You've been told, Sash.

there's been one or two guys in that room since this one moved out.

the current one is a little weird but really nice and friendly. one night a few months ago i was coming home super drunk at like 5am and when i opened my front door i started hearing like horrific screaming super loud from somewhere like someone was getting stabbed to death. i wasn't sure where it was coming from, cause i live on a hillside w/ lots of houses all close together so its hard to tell where noises are coming from sometimes. also, it stopped just as soon as it started and i was super drunk so i just went to bed.

about a MONTH later dude says hi one night as i'm coming home and then asks "hey, did i scream super loud one nite when you were coming home?" and i had to think about it for a second then i was like "oh, yeah maybe?"

i guess he was in a deep sleep and the sound of my door opening startled him so suddenly that in his dream-state he thought someone had just burst into his room. he apologized a lot.

made me think of this thread.

this should have been in this thread:

walked out of my apartment this morning to find my neighbor's glasses lying next to a small pool of blood outside his front door

― gr8080, Monday, February 14, 2011 3:26 PM (1 year ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

gr80, tell us if Noah Cross killed your neighbor.

― kind of shrill and very self-righteous (Dr Morbius), Tuesday, February 15, 2011 10:28 AM (11 months ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

i don't think anyone killed him, he just likes a little *makes drinky-drinky hand motion* from time to time and seems to have a week off from work

― gr8080, Tuesday, February 15, 2011 11:11 AM (11 months ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

came home from work this evening to find this guy^^ standing on the side of the driveway with his back to me, urinating on the concrete.

without even turning around he zipped up and walked inside.

after weighing the pros and cons of being a tattle-tale, i told my landlady about it. she was kind of sad about it more than upset. 20 minutes later she called me to tell me it looks like he smashed in to her car when pulling in to the driveway. she's gonna let him sleep it off and have a talk with him tomorrow.

only a few weird neighbor stories

we lived in an apartment building several years ago and this guy moved into a studio across the hall. He came over the first day asking me if he could borrow toilet paper. Sure. I give him a roll. He comes by a few hours later and asks me how to use his oven. I go over there and show him how to light the pilot lights on the range. he stares at me incredulously for a long time, and protests that he can't leave it like that, because the flames will burn everything down. I assure him that this is fine.

For an extended period of time the guy basically disappears and we rarely see him. Then a pretty raunchy stench starts to come from his apartment, rotting trash. I complain to the property manager. he is unable to get the guy to answer the door.

One day coming home, I find the guy standing outside with a pizza box, above the trash bins. He is holding it above the trash, thinking. He takes the pizza box inside. I go inside, go into my apartment. I hear him leave, go down the stairs, out the front door. come back in. leave. maybe ten, fifteen times. He starts running down the stairs, slamming the door. I go out and look. He still hasn't thrown the pizza box away.

I walk by his apartment on the side of the building that night and see through the window that he is sitting shirtless in front of his computer in the dark with the words "IT'S JUST ME" typed out in MS Word in like, 100pt font.

Two days later he comes by and says, "oh hey look, apparently I'm OCD." Mystery solved! "My parents are coming out to help me throw everything away." And they do. Within a week he is packed up and I never see him again.