Ahh... Neighbors...
I've lived in the same house for close to 40 years now... and the house next door has had 5 different owners.
When I moved in, the first were OK. Older woman with her gay son and a dog. The dog got into the trash once in a while and that was it. She sold to a single school teacher with a rich boyfriend and my troubles began...
It was all good at first, but she had a son that would come there on weekends when she was gone and raise hell. He would get drunk and play music loud all night and that type of thing. I'd knock on the door and tell him to stop... and he would, but it got old. He mouthed off to my wife through an open window one afternoon not knowing I was standing there and he got a "why don't you come out here and say that?" and of course he didn't.
We had a key to their house (my wife was good friends with them) and I spoke with his Mom a couple times, but was told "You talk to him, he won't listen to me". I told her "You might not like it"... and the day came where he came over, sober, asking for the key so he could get in. I cornered him on my porch and told him how the world works. His Mom later said "You scared him..." and I said "You told me to talk to him". Never heard a peep out of him again.
She sold the house to another couple. No kids... He would mow the lawn in his dockers and a golf shirt type of guy. They were always bitching about my kids... My two boys were pretty decent, respectful kids, but they were boys too. It didn't matter what they did, it just annoyed them. When they got to be teens, they would call the cops... rather than saying something. The cops would come and say "why are we here?" and then go tell the guy to stop wasting their time. He pulled up my property stakes and lied to me about doing it.
He hated my dogs too... Always accusing them of crapping on his lawn. They weren't, but I had to explain several times that a Rottie turd was much larger than the little turd he was pointing at... and where we were standing wasn't his lawn anyway.... I just let him mow it so I didn't have to and if he hadn't pulled up the stakes he'd know that....
He made the mistake of pissing off my son (who was 19 at the time) and his buddy one afternoon when I wasn't there and they had a few words with him. My son's buddy had just come back from Iraq, a wounded vet. I'm not sure to this day what happened, but they said "We just talked to him" and the house had a "for sale" sign on it the next day.
They moved and sold to another couple... They had Harleys and were pretty cool. They only stayed a couple years... I really liked them.
They sold to a gay couple. Nice guys... Keep the place looking real nice and never complain. One of them is in bad health (older guy) and they may move south one of these days, so we'll see, but all is good.