Imagine living next to a family whose dog sounds like it's training for a canine demolition derby, whose kids treat the hallway like a playground, and who think "Sweet Caroline" at midnight is a reasonable activity.  This story follows one person's descent into a suburban war zone, complete with passive-aggressive notes, strategically placed trash, and the mysterious, late-night sound of rolling marbles.  Was it all just a case of "kids will be kids," or was something more sinister afoot? Press subscribe wherever you get your podcasts to hear more true tales of neighborly nightmares on Nightmare Neighbors!