The following is from my own experience. I only recently discovered that I was a Target of gang stalking, but all through my life (I am in my sixties) I have had problem neighbours. When I found out about gang stalking I discovered why.
SHARED STUDENT HOUSE (1970’s)
This house was a large old English mansion in a quiet street. I shared with two other girls. It was peaceful – at first. Then a guy moved in. He took up carpentry as a hobby and he would wake the household in the middle of the night with hammering. One of the girls who was in a steady relationship, developed a “following” on top of that. Weird, strange guys would hang around in the kitchen waiting for her. When you went into the kitchen to make a meal they evidently expected you to make one for them too. The male never did any housework. His attitude was there were women in the house so they could clear up. I went down to breakfast one morning and every plate, bowl, cup, pan, were piled high in the sink, crawling with ants!
Did not feel safe there so I moved.
Shortly after the house was pulled down and a block of flats built on the site.
No longer sharing I needed a cheaper address. I found a tiny terrace beside a shop. It was on a main road and the traffic never stopped. Whenever there was a lull in the traffic the guy in the shop put his offensive music on at high blast. Continuous noise! You couldn’t think. The cottage kept getting infestations of insects. Ants. you would spray, get rid of the ants. then hordes of cockroaches. Spray, and the smell of the spray makes you feel sick – then the ants, and so on. Ants, cockroaches, ants, cockroaches.
The rent was double the terrace but it was worth it. A large flat in a quiet block in a quiet neighbourhood.
Lived with my parents prior to going to University. They moved house when they saw a man hanging around the fields at the back with a rifle.
SHARED STUDENT HOUSE
Another quiet, safe house on a quiet street. The landlady was at the property most of the time as she was a keen gardener. A student moved in who was a non-stop babbler. I was going out to the pub every night just to get away from her. I couldn’t afford this extra expense so moved to a smaller place.
Very safe and quiet until – in a cul-de-sac on the edge of town, in the middle of the terrace with the landlord living next door and an alert neighbour on the other side. Then weird guys started hanging around the place. The neighbour became very fearful, but the men stopped hanging around when the neighbour nearly shot a policeman climbing over his back fence. Moved when the landlord died.
RENTED A ROOM
Rented a renovated attic room from a landlady. There was no lock on my flat. One night her boyfriend just appeared in my room. Left.
INTERNATIONAL STUDENT HOSTEL (1980’s)
Large mansion type house again, in its own grounds, on a quiet street. Felt safe there, but after I had been there a local student moved in who gave the Warden a lot of trouble with noise. He also – I had very little to do with this person – took me aside to show me some curried kebabs he had made and put in the freezer. A week later he made a great fuss claiming someone had stolen his food. This was divisive. I was the only working class person in the hostel. All the foreign students were middle class. It was like he was saying -if something goes missing you know who to suspect. She’s not the same as us (not middle class).
Sharing a cheap flat in a quiet cul-de-sac. Again, at first quiet. Then coming back from shopping I saw a weird looking guy hopping over a neighbour’s wall. Went on to my flat. As my hands were full with shopping I rang my bell. When my flat mate answered he said “Hullo”. The weird guy was standing directly behind me, I had not heard him following.
When the flatmate moved out and I was on my own in the flat some migrants moved into the flat underneath. They raped a local girl that they lured to their flat. When they moved out a couple moved in. The guy was evidently an abuser. He spent a lot of time screaming at his girlfriend and yelling at me when I moved around my flat. (I am light-footed). Did not feel safe.
MOVED IN WITH MY BOYFRIEND LATER HUSBAND (1990’s)
Now in London shared a bedsit in a quiet house in a quiet street. The landlord was a relative and friend of my husband. There were 6 bedsits in the house and we neither heard nor saw our neighbours. The perfect neighbours! Then the situation changed. A weird guy moved in who would sharpen a large knife on the gate post at night. He left for a time and let some friends stay in his room, two prostitutes. The house had a continuous stream of freaks until the landlord ejected them and the original tenant.
A noise pest moved in who drove his immediate neighbour crazy with obnoxious, loud music for hours on end. Then he brought in a noise sensitive girlfriend who complained my husband slammed the front door when he went out. Not true.
A psychiatric nurse moved into the flat above and he would bring his work home – a patient/ex-patient who would cry and moan all night until the guy got fed up with him and put him out into the hall. When this wasn’t happening he was stamping around all night, banging cupboard doors and turning taps on and off.
Somebody attempted to post drugs to the house.
When an IRA man moved into the house all the tenants moved out. The landlord turned the reasonably priced bed-sits into luxury flats, and shortly after his wife left him taking the house.
QUIET DOWNSTAIRS FLAT BACK FROM THE STREET
This should have been a quiet, safe flat. But for the noise pest neighbours upstairs. They played their music so loud we couldn’t hear our television even at top volume. They took turns over filling their bath so that the water poured through the ceiling. When a fire started in their flat the building became unliveable. The building was renovated into modern flats with the insurance.
MULTIPLE OCCUPANCY ON MAIN ROAD
In retrospect it looks like my husband and I were forced to move from accommodation that was relatively safe and quiet and difficult to harass us in, to a property where our environment could be completely controlled and we could be harassed on all sides.
The flat was on a direct artery into London and the traffic NEVER stopped. At first the neighbours were lovely. A quiet Portuguese restaurant underneath. The flat above empty. The previous tenant had died. A working man at the top of the house at work all day and a very quiet man beside, a Caribbean pensioner. The house on one side were quiet Indian neighbours.
Then it changed. The Portuguese restaurant closed and was taken over by people running an all-night disco. the music blasting at high volume started at six pm and went on regularly to two am, sometimes all night.
The quiet Indian neighbours sold up and moved away and their house was extended and renovated into pricey flats.
The noise pest from hell moved into the flat above. She seemed hyperactive and it was non-stop stamping about, banging cupboard doors, slamming objects onto tables or floors. Continuous intermittent percussive noise.
A woman with an abusive boyfriend moved into the other neighbouring house. He would break down the security door, and vandalise her property. He could access our flat over an adjacent roof. I complained to the letting agents about the cigarette ends which kept appearing on the roof outside our window. I thought the guy upstairs was dropping them from his window – a fire risk as a bitumen roof and summers are hot in London. They denied all knowledge. I only found out later about the abusive boyfriend.
Migrants moved in. They left the communal door open at nights and kept breaking the security gates. They would stay for a few months then there would be new faces. You never knew who was in the house. The police kept calling but they denied knowing anything about the person enquired about. They used the address as a mail drop for people who did not live at the address. They used every variation on their names possible.
They drove another tenant from her flat by repeatedly flooding her with over filled baths.
When we were priced out of London we moved to Harrogate, North Yorksire. A quiet country town where the residents do not view the appalling behaviour you get in big cities as normal. Where odd behaviour stands out.
The stalking has continued, but the noise nuisance and appalling neighbours is not a problem.