I read this, and was moved. But I'm unclear how. I clearly sympathize with the first-person narrator, who seems to have been the focus for evil she did not create. But her dad seems almost as creepy as the neighbors. And in the end, it's the neighbors (contextually) who are found to be at fault, and must move away. But the tension between the protagonist's father and mother, as well as whatever happened to start this whole thing, remain unresolved. What did her dad hope for? What would he really have done if one of the neighbors - or anyone - tripped his bells? Is this the act of a loving father, or a freakazoid looking for an excuse to overreact? I guess that's the nature of real life as opposed to fiction. That said, I end with more questions than I had when I began. I can handle ambiguity, but I don't have to like it.

Yeah, the story just kind of fizzled for me. The dad was overreacting, the mom was mostly right, the police were worthless, but there wasn't really a clear resolution. Why did the neighbors move away? Because the dad out-crazied them?