Unfiltered Story #28515

Unfiltered | August 25, 2017

(I grew up in a small town, in the last house on the right of a cul-de-sac consisting of six two-family homes and two single-family homes ending in a small ranch. There are driveways but no garages; they’re situated at the “beginning” of the road. All the two-family homes were built exactly the same, with bedrooms and bathroom downstairs, and kitchen, living room and veranda upstairs. The exception to this is our home, which is reversed. Our side of the road also has the front door at the back of the house, which means our yard faces the road. When my parents first moved in, they bought a little extra land and built a garage (which was a first), and later also built an extension to the house. In high school, I have the house to myself one weekend, and have invited some friends over for games/movie day. We’re watching a movie when one of my friends points out that there are two people standing in our driveway, looking and pointing at our garage and extension. We’re a bit creeped out by the strangers that have just wandered on to our property, but we try to ignore them and focus on the movie. Not five minutes later, my guinea pig starts getting restless, so I decide to put her in her outdoor cage so she can run around on the grass. When I come out, the two people are still there, and they call me over. I’m a bit reluctant, as I suffer from social anxiety, but walk over. They start asking me questions about the garage and extension; who did the work, how log did it take, was it difficult to get permission, were the neighbors agreeable, etc. I answered as best I could, but seeing as I was five when the extension was built, and not even born when the garage was built, there wasn’t much I could tell them other than “you’d have to ask Dad; he did most the work”. They told me they were thinking of buying the house across the road and renovate it. They did end up moving in, and proceeded to build a weird carport that blocked most of our view. They spent months renovating the house, yelling at workers, and having arguments in the driveway. Then they voted ‘no’ to another neighbor’s plan to build an extension, because it would “block their view of the beach”. It would, but only a small portion on the far right; they’d still have one of the best views in the neighborhood.