My Entitled Neighbor Forced Me to Take down My Old Fence – How Karma Got Her Back Is Unbelievable

I lived peacefully in my neighborhood and made verbal deals with my neighbors when alterations had to be made. What I didn’t expect was things changing drastically when the neighbors moved. They left me with a problematic spitfire of a woman whom karma dealt with swiftly!

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Living in my little house on Maple Street had always brought me a sense of peace. The backyard was my sanctuary, a place where I could unwind after a long day. Soon after moving in, I decided to build a fence along the back to provide some much-needed privacy.

A wooden fence separating two houses | Source: Pexels

A wooden fence separating two houses | Source: Pexels

To avoid the expense of a surveyor, I talked it over with my neighbors at the time, Jim and Susan. They were friendly and easygoing, and we agreed on a spot for the fence. It wasn’t exactly on the property line, but it was close enough for all of us.

We shook hands, and I got to work. That fence was my pride and joy. I paid for all the materials and spent several weekends constructing it. My neighbors were happy with the arrangement since they didn’t have to contribute a cent.

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Two men shaking hands | Source: Pexels

It was a win-win situation. But, about a year ago, my sweet neighbors sold their house. Enter Kayla, a new fancy neighbor from the big city. Before they left, Jim told me that Kayla was a realtor by profession. In twelve years, she’d managed to flip eight houses!

She was different from us local folk as she was always in formal blouses, skirts, and heels, and held a disdainful glance. The new neighbor always boasted about how much she loved her new home and planned to stay forever.

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A happy formally dressed businesswoman | Source: Pexels

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But, about six months after she moved in, I noticed a man with a clipboard walking around the neighborhood and my backyard. He appeared to be a land surveyor as he was measuring things and sticking little flags in the ground.

The next day, Kayla knocked on my door and changed things forever. She showed up with a stack of papers in her hand and a determined look on her face. “Hi, I’m Kayla. Do you have a minute?” she introduced herself with her business card.

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A woman handing over her business card to a man | Source: Pexels

“Sure, what’s up?” I replied, curious about the papers she was holding.

“I had a survey done, and it turns out your fence is nine inches onto my property,” she said, holding up the documents. “I’m going to need you to either move it or pay me for the land it’s on.”

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I was taken aback. “I built that fence based on an agreement with the previous owners,” I explained. “We didn’t get a survey, but we all agreed on the spot.”

A woman holding paperwork in files | Source: Pexels

A woman holding paperwork in files | Source: Pexels

Kayla shook her head, clearly unimpressed. “That might be how things work out here, but where I’m from, we follow the rules,” she demanded. “You need to move the fence or compensate me for the encroachment.”

“Besides, the thing is an eyesore and looks awful and old. If you refuse to take it down or move it, I will be forced to take action and you’ll regret it.”

I was shocked by her attitude and tried to reason with her, explaining the handshake deal I had with Jim and Susan. But she wouldn’t budge. Instead, she threatened to take me to court, and I realized I had no choice.

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An upset man standing against a wall | Source: Pexels

The next day, I took down the fence to avoid having conflict since I didn’t have any proof of the deal I made with my previous neighbors. My heart was sore as I unscrewed the panels, stacked them by the garage, and pulled up the posts.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, and the work was grueling, but I didn’t want any legal trouble. What happened next is something I couldn’t have anticipated.

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A man holding a wooden panel | Source: Pexels

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About a week later, Kayla was back at my door and this time, she was in tears! “What have you done?!” she questioned, her voice trembling.

Confused, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“Please, return your old fence. When can you rebuild it? I’ll even pay you any amount of money for it because I need the fence back,” she explained.

“I thought you wanted it gone,” I replied.

“I did, but I have a dog, Duke. He’s a German Shepherd mix, and I can’t leave him outside without a fence,” she revealed. “He’ll run away, or worse, he might get hit by a car. Plus, he chews up everything inside the house!”

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An upset woman crying | Source: Pexels

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I felt a twinge of sympathy for her, but I also remembered how forceful she had been about the fence. “I’m sorry, Kayla, but I’m not going to rebuild it. I don’t want any more trouble, and the best way to avoid that is to not have a fence near your property.”

My neighbor looked desperate. “Please, I can’t keep Duke inside all day; he’s destroying my furniture. I NEED that fence!”

“I’m sorry, but no,” I said firmly. “I don’t want to risk any more issues.”

Kayla left, defeated.

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A woman crying | Source: Pexels

But karma wasn’t done with her. Over the next few weeks, she tried taking matters into her own hands. She put up a flimsy bamboo fence, but Duke tore through it like it was tissue paper! Kayla had to stay home more often, and it affected her work and social life.

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Her perfect house was slowly being ruined from the inside by her beloved dog.

One Saturday morning, she decided to have a garage sale to get rid of some of her chewed-up furniture. It was a scorching day, and she thought it would be a good idea to tie Duke outside to the makeshift bamboo fence while she attended to potential buyers. Big mistake!

A bamboo fence | Source: Pexels

A bamboo fence | Source: Pexels

That clever dog broke through the fence and went on a rampage! It ran through the neighborhood, scaring kids, and knocking over a few displays at the garage sale! In the chaos, Kayla’s purse, which contained her wallet and all her important documents, was stolen from the garage.

It was a nightmare for her! She had to cancel all her credit cards, get new identification, and deal with the aftermath of Duke’s neighborhood adventure. The whole neighborhood heard about it and had a good laugh, except for Kayla.

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A dog carrying a stick | Source: Pexels

Life without a proper fence became increasingly difficult for my neighbor. Duke was a handful, and without a secure backyard, she was constantly on edge. She tried everything to keep him contained.

She reinforced the bamboo fence, using a tie-out cable, but nothing worked. Duke was simply too strong and too determined to break free.

One evening, as I was out watering my garden, Kayla approached me again. “Please, I’m begging you,” she said, her eyes red from crying. “I’ll pay for the entire fence this time. I can’t keep living like this. Duke is driving me crazy, and I can’t afford to replace any more furniture.”

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A woman covering her face while crying | Source: Pexels

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I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and pity. “Kayla, I understand your situation, but I can’t risk rebuilding the fence and having another dispute. It’s not worth the trouble.”

She looked at me with a mixture of anger and desperation. “You don’t understand what it’s like. I can’t even leave the house without worrying about what Duke might destroy next. My job is suffering, and I have no social life anymore. Please, there has to be something we can do.”

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

Seeing her so distraught, I softened a bit. “Look, I’ll help you brainstorm some other solutions, but rebuilding the fence isn’t an option.”

Kayla nodded, wiping her tears. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

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We spent the next hour discussing different ideas. We spoke about stronger temporary fencing to hiring a dog trainer to help manage Duke’s behavior. Kayla seemed a little more hopeful, but I knew it wasn’t the solution she was hoping for.

A woman crying while doing paperwork | Source: Pexels

A woman crying while doing paperwork | Source: Pexels

A few months passed, and Kayla’s situation only got worse. Duke’s destructive behavior showed no signs of improving, and my neighbor was at her wit’s end. She kept trying to make her problem mine, but I refused to do anything except offer her advice.

After months of this back and forth, I got tired and spoke to a realtor. The following week, a “For Sale” sign went up in my yard. I had finally decided to cut my losses and move on with Kayla’s situation making me stressed out.

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A "For Sale" sign in front of a house | Source: Pexels

A “For Sale” sign in front of a house | Source: Pexels

A couple of weeks later, Kayla knocked on my door again, this time looking more composed. “I see that you’re selling your house,” she said, her tone flat.

“Yeah, I can’t deal with this anymore. Your dog needs more space, and I need to get my life back.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied but didn’t seem that sorry, or maybe she was exhausted from trying to manage Duke. “I hope you find a place that works better for both of you.”

Kayla talking to her neighbor at his front door | Source: Midjourney

Kayla talking to her neighbor at his front door | Source: Midjourney

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“Thanks,” I said, managing a weak smile. “I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I was just trying to do what I thought was right, but it all backfired.”

“Water under the bridge,” she said. “Good luck with everything.”

A month later, I moved out, but before doing so, I informed the new owners of the house about the situation with Kayla. They were a young couple who didn’t have a care in the world. They didn’t have any pets and were content with the way things were.

A happy couple moving into the new home | Source: Pexels

A happy couple moving into the new home | Source: Pexels

I took the old fence panels to my new home where I thrived. I realized that Kayla moving next door was meant to push me out of the old neighborhood. Every day, I let my house dog out in the morning and watched it frolic happily in the dirt.

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The new neighborhood was peaceful and warm with no drama. I actually met someone and fell in love! I still look at those panels and smile, remembering how karma came full circle for Kayla. Whenever I tell the story to friends, it never fails to get a laugh! It serves as a reminder that sometimes, karma does know what it’s doing!

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