Next time you think your neighbors suck, think about this.
Over the course of three years, Jeanne Wilding left dog poo, glass, and nails on people's doorsteps. She blasted "Carmina Burana" -- a musical piece about rape and pillage -- out her windows at high volume. She left dead animals in gardens and beamed floodlights into her neighbors' windows.
Lawyers told the court Jeanne Wilding was a "professional trouble-causer" running a "campaign of hatred and pure evil."
Nigel Pratt broke down as he testified about Wilding's frightening behavior. He said his 11-year-old son's life had been ruined by her pranks.
"He's frightened of my wife going out in the yard when Miss Wilding is there," he said.
"He screams and shouts at her not to go outside."
This sounds like the beginning of a bad Stephen King novel. You know, like before we find out that Wilding (and that is so a name from a bad Stephen King novel) is really an alien. Or a vampire. Or a clown. Or some combination of the three. And then she begins really reaking havoc. We all know it begins with dead animals and ends in an alien invasion. Or a vampire colony. Or some combination of the two.