First, a little background on the location where we live:
I and my boyfriend of a year live together with another couple that we are very close friends with, in a complex of apartments built for students only. It’s not like a dorm, the apartments are beautiful and when we moved in it had only just been completed. We were the first people to live in our apartment.
Now, the neighborhood is very nice and central yet private, since most of the area consist either of big corporations, offices, a science park and a part of a prestigious university. The people that live around this area are mostly high-class people who are VERY wealthy, which can be easily noticed while taking a walk in the area.
Our apartment-complex also looks very modern and classy, and we joke about it looking like a modern fortress. It is shaped like a big C, with an opening in the front and a small gap for people to pass through in the back (the buildings are connected with small bridges on every floor at that point).
The neighbors this story is about live across the street from us, in the only “shabby” building in the area. What we know about this place is that the owner buys many houses of this kind: old, damaged and most of all, cheap. He then proceeds to rent the apartments to social security, to provide homes for unemployed people. Now, this I have no problem with; everyone deserves a second chance. Our other “neighbors” in the house is the biker gang Bandidos. He then leaves the houses to manage themselves (only collecting rent) and when the house is beyond repair he sells it and does the same all over again.
Anyway, on with the story:
In this house across the street from us, there are MANY very strange people, which result in several weird occurrences where, for example, a naked, old woman went out in the middle of the road and yelled that her husband hadn’t been home for five years.
Our specific neighbor-from-hell is someone we call “the bike-man”. He’s gotten this nickname from the fact that every time we see him, he’s either arriving or leaving on his bicycle (complete with a little lorry dragging behind). Now, this is a BIG guy, the image of someone who’s been on steroids for years, and always wear a tight t-shirt and some very tiny and tight bike-shorts.
Usually this guy is always very angry at everything, and it’s normal to hear him shouting in the evenings, and to see him kick in the mailbox on their side. He’s also thrown out shopping carts in front of passing cars and generally demolished anything on their side of the road when he’s angry (which is ALWAYS). One of my roommates (the other girl) was on the bus once, and (for once leaving his precious bike behind) so was bike-man. He proceeded to ask her if he could touch her private areas.
There are two different events that really shook up the entire complex, though:
In the yard in the middle of our C building, there were three young cherry trees set up on a kind of porch in the middle, very nicely arranged. One time we came home from our college, and found that ALL of them had been snapped off in the middle. These trees were, as I said, young, but still about 2 meters tall and not something an ordinary person could snap off just like that. We also noticed that the (very thick) glass that served as wind-protection at the large opening in the C has been punched a hole in.
Well, we talked to another of the students living here, and he told us that he’d been standing at the bus-stop right outside the building when it happened. He’d heard the snapping sounds, and looked in to see bike-man red with rage snapping them in half, and then proceeding to punch that hole in the glass with his fist.
The guy was terrified, but saw the bus approaching so he was really anxious to get on it. Bike man started walking toward him in a very threatening manner, and the guy just wanted to run away from there. When he finally got close to the guy (right as he was about to get on the bus) he asked him, “Got a smoke?”
One time we were sitting on our balcony that overlooks the street separating our houses, and noticed a computer screen standing on the ground outside their door. We thought nothing of this, as there’s usually a bunch of stuff laying around there, but then we saw bike-man coming home on his bike.
He didn’t even try to brake or stop the bike, just jumped off and let it crash into the wall. Not losing any momentum at all, he ran over to the screen (while screaming something we couldn’t quite make out) and picked it up. He then proceeded to walk through the small passage in the back of our C and we heard a major noise before we’d been able to run through the corridor to the small bridge so we could see what had happened.
It appeared that he had run into the yard, and completely crushed the monitor against the ground; kicking and screaming.
Obviously we called the police, who approached him and talked to him as he was heading back into their house. After a while one of the officers walked over to us, and told us that they had received many complaints about his violent behavior but that whenever we talk to him he’s always very polite and kind, and says that he would never hurt anyone. Then she asked us whether we would want him to clean up the mess he made, he really doesn’t want to, because it would be too humiliating.
We haven’t seen or heard from him since then, maybe he got evicted? 0922-09