People Confess How They Got Petty Revenge On Their Awful Neighbors

From Redditor u/hippybiker:

Friend had a neighbor who put in a very bright yard light that was pointed at her bedroom window. After a negative interaction when asking neighbor to re-aim or dim the light or such, cue theatre stagehands. She put up a parabolic mirror pointed directly at dude's bedroom, used an old projector dowser and an old lighting board to program a chase sequence that was hours long and repeated. End result was a beam of randomly blinking light that was aimed at neighbor's bedroom window. When he complained, she let him know that it was his light source and all he had to do was turn off his yard light.

From Redditor u/Luckboy28:

In college, the guy in the dorm room next to mine was (apparently) a bit insane.

He would bang on our shared wall whenever any noise happened. The first time he did it, I was just talking to a friend in my room at normal volume in the middle of the day. It kept going like this for months. He once banged on our wall for like five minutes because I sneezed.

One day, we noticed that he had a large pair of panties and a pair of earplugs taped to his door, with a note reading "Put on your big-girl panties and deal with it." Apparently, his neighbors on the other side were sick of him, too.

So one weekend, he started banging on the wall because I flushed a toilet. That was the last straw. I ended up putting a Britney Spears song on repeat, put my speakers up against his wall, and then left for the weekend - being sure to lock all the doors behind me.

From Redditor u/lovetolearn4ever:

When I was really young our neighbor demanded we move our septic tank because he claimed it was partially on his property. He was a complete jerk about it and kept at it. My dad's a really laid-back person, but eventually, even he got mad and had the property line surveyed. Turns out, not only was the septic tank on our property, not his, but the corner of his house and part of his driveway were actually on our land. Dad spent the next few months asking him when he was going to move his house off our land.

From Redditor u/4bangerranger:

I had a terrible work schedule and had to wake up at 2:30 am to be at work by 4 am. My downstairs neighbors would blare loud music at all hours of the night, and I could feel the bass through my mattress. I went downstairs and politely asked them to turn down the music, and they seemed to kindly agree. As soon as I got back in bed, they turned it up even louder and kept it going until about 1:30 am. Before I left for work at 3:30, I turned over my amplifier so that the speaker was facing the floor, turned the volume up, and set my guitar on top of it. I left for my 12-hour shift, and the feedback was still screaming when I came home. Neighbors never blared their music again.

From Redditor u/TGMcGonigle:

The rich brats next door were always throwing loud, drunken parties when Mom and Dad went out of town for a few days, which was often. One Sunday morning, I went out to find the corner of our lot, which was a school bus stop, littered with used condoms that had been left in the street or thrown into the grass.

That night around midnight, I gloved up and collected a bunch of them, then snuck into the neighbors' yard and scattered them around the pool, the garage, and the back door, where Mom was sure to see them when she came home. There were no more parties.

From Redditor u/Caffinejunkie9:

In our first house, my wife and I had a neighbour who disliked us from the start. Apparently, the people who lived there before us were family friends who went through a divorce, and we were the ones who bought their house. They were petty and mean to my wife who doesn’t like confrontation: parking across our driveway when she was about to go to work, throwing pieces of wood over the fence, letting their dog crap on our lawn and not picking it up, etc.

I tried talking to them a couple of times and was promptly told to "f" off. The husband loved his lawn and used to brag about how it looked to everyone, so the next time it rained, I went out back and threw an entire box of Oxo cubes into their backyard and let the rain melt them into the grass. Their dog absolutely destroyed their yard looking for the smell, and I made sure to comment on it every chance I got. We moved shortly after.