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A Neighbor Tried to Steal My Power—His Next Demand Left Me Speechless

Last week, I came home a few times to something that didn’t sit right with me. An extension lead—bright orange, impossible to miss—was running from my neighbor’s garage straight into the socket on the back of my house.

I unplugged it the first time, assuming it was a one-off mistake. Maybe he thought it was his. Maybe he was in a rush. I wanted to give the benefit of the doubt.

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But the second time, I actually caught him in the act.

“Mate, that’s my power you’re using,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “It’s on my meter.”

He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even look embarrassed. Instead, he laughed—actually laughed—and waved it off with, “C’mon, man. It’s only pennies!”

That should’ve been the end of it. Except it wasn’t.

A couple of days later, while I was out, he did it again. No shame, no hesitation. Just helped himself like my home was his personal charging station. That’s when I’d had enough. I bought a lockable cover for the outdoor socket and installed it. Not to be dramatic—just to protect my own property.

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This morning, though, things took a turn.

A note came through my letterbox. A smug, handwritten message that made my stomach drop. He said that since I’d “blocked the community socket”—yes, he called my socket that—he would now need to charge his e-bike inside my house when it rains.

And then he had the audacity to ask me to leave my back gate unlocked so he could come in on Saturday.

I just stood there in my hallway, note in hand, absolutely frozen.

I’m not trying to cause a neighborhood war. I even offered a reasonable solution—told him I’d go halves on getting a sparky to fit an outdoor socket on his own wall. He flat-out refused.

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Now I’m hearing he’s been telling other neighbors that I’m being tight. That I’m making a fuss over “a bit of electricity.”

But I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t about money at all. It’s about boundaries. Respect. And the fact he thinks he can steamroll right over mine.

Have I really gone too far by locking my own socket—or is he just unbelievably, outrageously rude?

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.

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