I've had quite a variety of neighbors due to my husband being in the military. Not until recently though has anyone in particular stood out as much as the Zombies. We affectingly call them this because of their resemblance to Rob Zombie.
I live on a quaint cul-de-sac; well it was when all the original owners lived here. We had cul-de-sac parties; our kids played together, my daughters baby-sat, and basically got along great. Then the housing market boom changed everything. Familiar faces moved with new ones replacing them.
One of the new owner's, whom I now refer to as the slum lord, was a real estate agent. He eventually moved also, making not only his house but the house next to mine rentals.It's not that I don't like renters; I use to be one. Serioulsy, though there are the ones that just don't care, because it's not their home. At first they seemed a bit strange but nice. Then slowly their weirdness became evident in more ways than one.
The year round Christmas lights were accented by glowing red and blue lights inside the living room. The fence made of rope and pipes, a camera on the front porch facing the street, the flags, windsocks, and the plastic owl stolen from another neighbor's lawn were just a few things that set them apart. My husband even encountered one of the zombies outside with a boa constrictor around his neck. He stated that was nothing, he had a ferret inside along with the crazy dog that charged everyone. And to top it all off the police made frequent visit to help with their parental issues.