There are many types of neighbors and some are definitely better than others. Some people have neighbors they wouldn't spit on if they were on fire, while other people have neighbors who feel more like they're part of the family. One woman, who we'll call Leslie, proved to be the best kind of neighbor: the kind who's not afraid to stand up to a stalker who went so far as to file a false police report against her. She might have started off as just a nosy neighbor, but by the end of the story she shared online, Leslie saved a couple from a menacing force that had been actively trying to disrupt their lives for decades, along with help from the boys in blue.
Leslie lived in a small apartment complex at the end of a cul de sac with her husband Chris and their 3-year-old daughter Lola. Their building was two stories tall and had about eight apartments in total, with four apartments on each floor. Neither Leslie or her husband knew their neighbors all that well, though they had seen them often enough while they lived in the complex. Next to them was a single woman who lived by herself. Across the hall lived a gay couple and their elderly dog. They were fairly new to the building and because of their work hours, Leslie rarely ran into them, especially since she was a stay at home mom. Since she was usually at home, she was the one who ended up having to deal with the brunt of the craziness that was about to unfold right on her doorstep.
One night, at around 8 pm, Leslie asked her husband to run to her car and grab her purse while he was taking out the trash. On his way back in, he happened to hold the door open for an elderly woman he'd never seen before. She gave him a sideways look as she came in and commented that the purse didn't really go with his outfit. Chris just laughed and explained why he had the purse. Leslie could hear all of that from inside their apartment. Their walls weren't especially thin, but with the front door open, anything said out in the halls could be heard inside with no difficulty. After Chris came in, though, they closed the front door and Leslie went to put Lola to bed. Even though she'd closed Lola's bedroom door and the front door, she could still clearly hear someone pounding on the gay neighbors' door. Then came the screaming.
"I know you are both in there! Living in sin! I just want to talk to you! Why won't you answer the door for your mmmmoooother!" Leslie heard the woman screech. Despite all the screaming and pounding, no one came to the door, which was probably smart. Leslie figured that one of the men was still at work since he usually worked late. The other was probably asleep since he usually left for work around 5 am. The longer the commotion went on, the more Leslie wondered why the couple's dog hadn't sounded the alarm yet. Then she remembered that the dog was a little deaf, so she was probably still asleep as well. Soon, though, somebody took notice of all the noise and came out to confront the old bat.
After about ten minutes, the noise grew so loud that the other neighbors on the floor started poking their head out to see just what was going on. The woman who lived next door came outside, already furious. She took one look at the old woman and went off. "WHAT THE EFF IS WRONG WITH YOU!? Get out of here! If they wanted to talk to you, they would have. Now go away, some of us have to work in the morning."
The old woman wasn't budging, though. "My new Church pastor says he can cure these two of their wicked ways!" she exclaimed. "I'm trying to do Jesus' work here! They can be cured of this demon that has possessed them both!"
That's when Leslie saw her chance to jump in. She opened the door and called out, "I am going to be doing Luis' work and throw water on you if you don't get out of here. I'm also going to be calling the cops. Leave. Now." The old woman made a sour face, but scurried out of the building and presumably hopped back on her broomstick and flew off. Leslie figured that that would be the last time the woman showed her face around the apartment complex, but she'd soon be proven wrong.
The next afternoon, Leslie was home alone with Lola. When she heard one of the neighbors from across the hall come out of his apartment with his dog, she jumped at the chance to inform him about the events of the night before. She caught him in the hall and reintroduced herself. We'll call him Michael and his partner Devin. Leslie asked him if he knew that he had an "attempted visitor" the night before, he did not. She began to describe the woman, "70ish, gray Shirley Temple haircut, annoyingly screechy voice, and a need to threaten cop intervention and a hosing for her to leave." As she spoke, she noticed a strange expression creeping over Michael's face. She described it as "the saddest, most defeated look I have ever seen on a person, ever."
"She found us again," he said. Leslie reassured him, stating that she and the neighbor woman had sent her packing with very little trouble and that she wouldn't mind doing so again if matters came to that. Michael still seemed defeated, though. He nodded during her little speech, but once she finished talking, all he could do was shake his head and say, "We are going to have to move. She will be so bad, we will get kicked out. Again." Once more, Leslie was quick to reassure him and told him he'd have to do no such thing. She promised to get the property manager involved. She also invited him and his partner to join her and Chris for brunch that Sunday, which he agreed to readily.
That very same night, the old woman came a-knocking, once again to no response from inside. She did get a response from Leslie and the neighbor woman, however. This time, the old woman was trying a new tactic: utter sweetness while trying desperately to figure out for sure that Michael and his partner lived there. "Oh, I am so sorry, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. Do you know if Michael or what's-his-name live here?" The neighbor woman was clearly sick of this woman's incessant harassment, so she just yelled at the woman to get out and slammed the door in her face. Leslie, on the other hand, decided to go with a different approach.
She acted as if she had to think about it while she sent Chris downstairs to "take the trash out." In reality, he went outside to take a video of the woman's car in the parking lot and take pictures of her license plate. When he came back upstairs, Leslie was still stalling the woman with whatever nonsense it took to keep her there while Chris finished up his task. As soon as he got to them, he told them both to smile and took their picture before heading back inside the apartment. Honestly, he'd gotten the easier part of the deal.
The whole time he'd been outside, Leslie had had to listen to the woman. "I had been letting her ramble, about how her son was possessed by some wicked demon, that this other man just used him, and that she has been dealing with this for 20 years, yada yada yada." Sick of listening to all of her nonsense, Leslie cut her off. "I took a deep breath, and told her that I thought she was despicable, I don't know who she is looking for, but she needs to stay away. We have everything we need at this point for the cops to intervene, and to have a good night." As she closed the door in the woman's face, she couldn't help but admire her expression. She looked "like she couldn't figure out why we weren't helping her."
For the third day in a row, the old woman made an appearance, but this time, she came during daylight hours. Around 11 am, Leslie came outside to check the mail and she just happened to come outside while the mail person was approaching. That wasn't the only person loitering around. The old woman had been hanging around the mailboxes, probably waiting on the mail lady to sort Michael and Devin's mail so she could confirm that they did indeed live there. As soon as she saw Leslie coming down the stairs, she booked it to her car as fast as her ancient legs could carry her. When Leslie went to have a chat with mail lady, she noticed the old woman still sitting in her car, peering at Leslie while trying to duck behind the wheel. When Leslie pointed her out to the mail lady, the old woman peeled out of the parking lot and drove off. Leslie advised the mail lady to be careful not to let that woman see any particular names on the mail that she was delivering, which the mail lady agreed to.
The next day, Leslie got a visit from two police officers. They told her that an anonymous source had called in and claimed that she was on some sort of illegal substance and had been chasing people around the apartment complex. While the officers wouldn't tell her who had made the complaint, Leslie had a pretty good idea about who would make up something like that. She explained to the officers that she wasn't on anything and laid out everything that had happened over the last few days. Once she was cleared and the officers were about to leave, she asked them to do her a favor by participating in a little experiment. She asked one officer to use the rear exit and wait around the corner. The other officer followed her down the front steps, got into the patrol car, and drove off down the street. The old woman had been sitting in her car the whole time and as soon as the officer's car was out of sight, she moved from where she had been parked, out of sight, into the newly vacated spot.
She stormed out of the car and began screaming right in Leslie's face. Leslie had no idea what the woman was going on about because all she could do was laugh. The woman pushed Leslie, spit flying into her face as the woman continued her unhinged rampage. The second officer soon came from around the corner and arrested the woman. Apparently, she already had a bench warrant out against her. When they ran her information, they also pinged her as part of a missing person's case.
Once the old woman was in police custody, Michael and Devin finally felt comfortable enough to share their story with Leslie and Chris. The neighbors invited them over for tea and told them the whole story. First of all, despite her claims to the contrary, the woman was not Michael's mother, she was his aunt. Michael was born when his mother was 20 years old and his aunt was 28. When he was only two days old, his aunt kidnapped him. His parents soon got him back, but that wouldn't be the last time she tried to take him away. She couldn't have children of her own, so she became obsessed with Michael. His parents would move with him, but she would always find him eventually.
Once she found him, she would kidnap him, usually only for a day or two before bringing him back or being found. The kidnappings only stopped after Michael was four or five and could physically resist her and tell her, without a shadow of a doubt, that he didn't want to go with her. When he came out as gay, his parents were very accepting and supportive. His aunt, on the other hand, took the news very hard. She even wrote him a letter about her disappointment that he would never father any grandchildren for her. Yeah, the denial was deep with this one. Before they moved into Leslie's apartment complex, they'd actually lived in a well-to-do part of town. They had a condo they were renting to own, but after Michael's aunt found out where they were staying, she drove her car into their garage, broke out all the windows on the first floor (as well as a few of the neighboring condo's windows), and for her final, destructive act, she put their garden hose through a broken window, turned it on full blast, and flooded the house. Michael and Devin's Home Owners Association decided to evict them.
The aunt had recently been released from _another _mental institution, but no one clued either Michael or Devin in. They had a restraining order against the aunt, but it hadn't been in effect since they'd lived in the condo and they'd been too busy fighting the eviction to bother to renew it. The car she'd been using was actually her caretaker's car that she'd stolen. Her normal caretaker had been on vacation, so the theft hadn't been discovered until she'd returned home. Now she was in a hospital and wasn't likely to be released anytime soon. She threatened to kill herself while in custody, as well as some pretty gnarly threats against Leslie, so the hospital put her on a watch and would be placing her in another facility after that.
As a final, mind-blowing piece of drama, Michael's actual mother called Leslie a few days later to thank her for standing up for her son. She also had one final bomb to drop: the aunt wasn't as childless as Michael had been lead to believe. When she was about 23 years old, she had a son of her own. Soon, though, Child Protective Services took him away because the aunt was starving him. She refused to feed him formula, but she didn't produce enough milk to fulfill his hunger. Michael's mother swore Leslie to secrecy since Michael still doesn't know about his cousin. To date, no one has heard from the aunt, so it's safe to say that Leslie did her neighborly duty. Who wouldn't want a neighbor like her?
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