Dr. Syn
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I'm not a happy camper, what to do?
Couple weeks ago our long time neighbors decided to move to Georgia to be closer to family. Great folks, we were always helping each other out. They watched our house if we were away, and we returned the favor.
First warning sign. Their house sold in 4 days, and for more then they were asking for it.
Second warning sign. They returned after the closing to apologize to us. They were none to happy with the buyers, and wanted to let us know.
Next day new neighbors show up, in force. Seems 3 families somehow managed to put together a purchase of the house.
Non American, from somewhere south of the border and speak no English.
All fairly quiet for a couple of days. Only odd thing is the 6 cars parked in the yard. Odd as not a single car is parked in the driveway.
Oh and no moving van nor did they seem to bring anything with them. The previous owners had either sold or taken with them everything including appliances.
And that's when it started to get crazy. Couple of nights ago, I'm coming home and can hear this "music" playing from a block away.
It keeps getting louder as I get closer to home. Make the last turn on the street and find there is barely one open lane of travel.
I counted 15 vehicles, in the yard, on the sidewalk, on the street, and parked up in several of the homes yards.
Spanish music is blasting from the new neighbors place, people singing, shouting, and screaming. I shake my head and walk in the house. Well the music is so loud it's like I had the windows open. Great... Figure if they don't quiet down by 10, I'm calling the cops.
Didn't have to. About 30 minutes after I get home, I hear the unmistakable sound of automatic gun fire next door, not once but twice, followed by several single shots of a different caliber. 10 minutes later the cops show up. Music ceases, and several party goers leave, some escorted via the police cars.
Quiet resumes again for two days.
This morning I go out in the back yard to do my daily dog doo doo patrol. Soon as I walk out the door I smell the scent of wet burnt wood. Something catches my eye and I look over at the 8 foot tall wooden fence that separates our yards. What I'm greeted with is a large burned out section of the fence, charred wood scattered in the yard, along with ashes and muddy foot prints.
The section of fence is being held up with some scrap pieces of wood nailed to try and hold it together, the area around the hole is scorched black. The wooden deck on the other side of the fence is just as bad, parts of the decking and structure are gone.
The debris from the fire show it got darn hot and burnt for a while as it looks like the remains of a long burning camp fire. And of course the stench of a fire put out by water.
At this point I don't know what to do. I know what I'd like to do, but prison time doesn't appeal to me.
Couple weeks ago our long time neighbors decided to move to Georgia to be closer to family. Great folks, we were always helping each other out. They watched our house if we were away, and we returned the favor.
First warning sign. Their house sold in 4 days, and for more then they were asking for it.
Second warning sign. They returned after the closing to apologize to us. They were none to happy with the buyers, and wanted to let us know.
Next day new neighbors show up, in force. Seems 3 families somehow managed to put together a purchase of the house.
Non American, from somewhere south of the border and speak no English.
All fairly quiet for a couple of days. Only odd thing is the 6 cars parked in the yard. Odd as not a single car is parked in the driveway.
Oh and no moving van nor did they seem to bring anything with them. The previous owners had either sold or taken with them everything including appliances.
And that's when it started to get crazy. Couple of nights ago, I'm coming home and can hear this "music" playing from a block away.
It keeps getting louder as I get closer to home. Make the last turn on the street and find there is barely one open lane of travel.
I counted 15 vehicles, in the yard, on the sidewalk, on the street, and parked up in several of the homes yards.
Spanish music is blasting from the new neighbors place, people singing, shouting, and screaming. I shake my head and walk in the house. Well the music is so loud it's like I had the windows open. Great... Figure if they don't quiet down by 10, I'm calling the cops.
Didn't have to. About 30 minutes after I get home, I hear the unmistakable sound of automatic gun fire next door, not once but twice, followed by several single shots of a different caliber. 10 minutes later the cops show up. Music ceases, and several party goers leave, some escorted via the police cars.
Quiet resumes again for two days.
This morning I go out in the back yard to do my daily dog doo doo patrol. Soon as I walk out the door I smell the scent of wet burnt wood. Something catches my eye and I look over at the 8 foot tall wooden fence that separates our yards. What I'm greeted with is a large burned out section of the fence, charred wood scattered in the yard, along with ashes and muddy foot prints.
The section of fence is being held up with some scrap pieces of wood nailed to try and hold it together, the area around the hole is scorched black. The wooden deck on the other side of the fence is just as bad, parts of the decking and structure are gone.
The debris from the fire show it got darn hot and burnt for a while as it looks like the remains of a long burning camp fire. And of course the stench of a fire put out by water.
At this point I don't know what to do. I know what I'd like to do, but prison time doesn't appeal to me.
