Well, my old neighborhoods always seemed to be good for a story of something strange/scary/dramatic. Now that I think about it, I suspect that the ex may have been a major source of the magnet for that sort of thing.
The most interesting one was when we woke up one Thanksgiving morning to find that his vehicle was missing from the driveway. Well, we call the police and they showed up a few hours later (this is one of those days when there's really *light* police coverage) and so we have the cop in the house going through the report-making process. We had just gotten to the point of the license plate number when the officer's portable radio went off w/ a female officer reporting that she was on the scene of an illegally parked vehicle and she gave the plate number. Officer in our house asks her to repeat, then gets tells her to hold the tow as he was getting the report from the owners. So officer in our house gave ex (then husband) a ride to the car (about 1.5 miles from the house) and the two officers compared notes to finish their respective reports and link the report numbers, one showed ex how to operate the ignition with a screwdriver. The only damage to the vehicle was the ignition switch having been punched out. Next day we took it in to get fixed at a cost of $256. Since the coverage for that sort of thing was $250 we didn't report to insurance.
There was also the time when I went outside with the dog to let her do her nighttime business (so we were only in our yard) and as I came near the neighbors who were on the second floor porch I heard them comparing bullet scars. I was somewhat less surprised when they were the victims of a home invasion robbery. In the reports, we learned that he worked once a week driving as a courier from our city in upstate NY to somewhere in NJ (hmm!) while she worked at Mickie D. Odd that they had $1300 in cash to be stolen and the female half had gone to work (and had to be talked into calling the cops) only to give the most generic of descriptions (two Hispanic males between 5'6" and 6' both wearing hoodies and jeans--that only described about 90% of the city's Hispanic males). They also had an inordinate number of 2 minute visitors (as I reported to the police when they came to ask if I had seen anything--I hadn't, but my dog had been totally calm during the time of the incident, which suggested that the perpetrators were frequent visitors as she seemed to need to see people 10x before she didn't bark at them on sight, while she *had* gone bonkers when the police showed up, such that I had to step outside to be heard over her). Those people weren't neighbors much longer.
Of course, the real scary, dramatic stuff was from my own life. After I had filed for divorce and had the order of protection against the ex, he decided that stalking was a good idea. I called the police many, many times only to get "well, we need a pattern of behavior" so that just reports were made time after time. Some of the most dramatic incidents:
1) November 1 my cable line (also landline as I had phone through the cable company) was cut. Ex was in the neighborhood but I didn't realize it was cut as it could also have been that the tree dropped branches. I just called the cable co and they sent someone out to fix it. Cue report 1 to police. Next night, cable line is cut again, and I see ex driving away moments later (but there was "no proof" he was in vehicle). Cue report 2. Next morning, cable guy comes out to fix it again, tells me that there's someone watching him from about 100 feet away. Yep, the ex. Cue call #3. Between call and police arrival, ex left only to take up a new location 1000 feet away from house in opposite direction. Three police cars surrounded his, and a report was filed. He was warned then to stay away from the neighborhood.
2) Mid December, he called my mother to threaten suicide. He did this to his siblings regularly, and they would just try to get him to tell them where he was so they could take him to the hospital but never called police. My mom, however, is a mandated reporter so she called police in my city to report. I was at work at the time (I worked 3:30-midnight) and had v/m from her when I got off. There were two police cars parked in front of my house when I got home, and they stayed there until he was picked up at 2am elsewhere.
3) First Sunday in January 2011, I was driving to church when he appeared parked on the street opposite side of major north-south street. He followed all the way to church (but I ran a few lights and got far enough ahead that I let the kids out and let them run into the church before trying for a parking spot). He waited in a closed (that is, not open for business ever) parking lot across the street from the church, and then followed again when we left. I went to the grocery in suburb thinking that he wouldn't follow me out of the city. However, he did. Called the police but he had gone by the time they arrived at the parking lot. Explained that I believed he was waiting for me by the house. Officer offers to follow me home. I hadn't known he could do that, but eagerly took him up on the offer. Two blocks from the house, ex was parked in an intercept position. Officer stopped following me to have a discussion with the ex, whereupon ex threatened my life in conversation with the cop. Weirdly, this wasn't actionable because I wasn't there to be threatened and threats against a third party aren't illegal even if the threat against the third party is made to a law enforcement officer. Officer then came to give me a copy of report.
Finally he was arrested for stalking and violating the order of protection and the bail was set at $5000 (which was considered high for those charges). He remained incarcerated until he ultimately pled guilty and now is scheduled to be released in a month. I've informed police here, as I do have a full stay away order of protection against him (until 2019--that's the longest NYS allows an order of protection), and I'm not convinced he will stay away (I know the patterns of behavior, and for him to show up here totally fits).
Here, however, our drama comes from the weather. Like the time I was at work when a tornado touched down about a mile south, and we're all standing there at the window like a bunch of idiots watching this cloud start to slowly rotate just west of the building. One of those "I know I should run downstairs to the interior hallway" moments while being unable to tear my eyes away. Fortunately, it never formed into a full tornado.