Okay, I'm just going to go off and change the subject here. I don't know how, but these topics always somehow turn into an argument before the second page.
Anyways... I don't think many stories could possibly beat Arc's, but whatever.
About... three or four years ago my family was living in a duplex-style building. We lived on the first floor, and our neighbors, a middle-aged/Older-ish couple, lived on the second floor. We never saw much of the wife because, as it was explained to us by her husband, she was a bit sickly. Also, because of this, the guy liked us to keep it fairly quiet. We were perfectly fine with that, and tried to keep as quiet as possible.
However, my family at the time included a 14/15 year old, a 12 year old, and 5 year old little boy. Obviously keeping the place completely quiet wasn't exactly possible, especially when our parents weren't home. Though we still tried, and did the best we could. Considering how crazy our family is, we did a pretty good job.
But the man still wasn't pleased, and decided that violently beating on the walls whevever he heard the slightest bit of noise would be a logical solution to the problem. On first he just did it occasionally, mostly when we had music on, or when people were stomping down the stairs. However, as time went on he did it more and more, and eventually it was an hourly, if not semi-hourly thing for him. At that point, he was being at least twice as annoying as we were, and the wall seemed like it was about to cave in. Cracks were literally starting to appear around his little designated beating area.
But we still didn't complain too much. Sure, the guy was annoying, but he did have a sickly wife. It would've just been rude to do more than just suggest that he cut down on it a little.
Then one day he came to our door, and started screaming in our faces about how impolite and annoying we were. My (At the time) step dad talked back, trying to explain to him how hard it was to be so perfectly quiet when he had a family to deal with. The neighbor's solution to the problem? To call the police on us.
We wound up spending most of our evening trying to deal with them, and it really freaked out my sister and brother. Fortunately, we didn't get in any sort of major trouble... though it was definately enough to make us consider moving. The next night we stayed in a hotel, and wound up moving not long after. We just couldn't take it anymore.
I've also had some bad luck with roommates. In boarding school, the first roommate I had kept spreading random bad rumors about me for no good reason, and wound up making the whole school hate me. Quite literally too. She was also cheating on her boyfriend, as I found out from one of her many extremely loud phone conversations in the middle of the night, and she stole a impossible to count amount of things from other people in the dorm, including a large sum of money. I would've informed people of these things, but I didn't have any official proof of the stealing thing (Though later they found out it was true) and telling her boyfriend would've meant my head. Ironically though, when her boyfriend did break up with her, she completely lost it. Way to be a hypocrite.
I also seemed to have a curse where at least one of my roommates had to leave the school for some reason everytime I got a new one. It was strange, and rather concerning. Especially when one got in a major motorcycle accident that put her in a coma for a while... I couldn't help but feel a little guilty about that, even though I know it was all just coincidence.