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My Neighbor Egged My Car Over Halloween DecorationsâYou Wonât Believe His Reason
I was beyond exhaustedâthe kind of tired that makes you question if youâve brushed your teeth or remembered to feed the dog.
Ever since the twins were born, my days had blurred into a never-ending cycle of diaper changes, feeding schedules, and sleepless nights. The last thing I needed was another problem to deal with. But when I stepped outside that morning, I found my car completely covered in eggs.
At first, I thought it was a random prank. Who wouldnât? Halloween was around the corner, and maybe some kids had gotten a little too excited. I sighed, too tired to even be upset, and grabbed a sponge and bucket, ready to clean up the mess.
But just as I started scrubbing, my neighbor Brad came strutting over with that smug grin of his.
âThat was me,â he said, almost proudly. âYour car was ruining the view of my Halloween decorations.â
I blinked at him, trying to process his words through the fog of exhaustion. My car? Ruining his view? His ridiculous display of plastic skeletons, fake cobwebs, and oversized pumpkins?
Furious, but too tired to even start an argument, I just nodded, biting back the urge to say something I might regret. I didnât have the energy for a confrontation, but in that moment, I silently promised myself that Iâd find a way to teach Brad a lesson.
He had no idea who he was messing with.
Donât get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my sweet little babies, but taking care of two newborns mostly by myself was incredibly hard. I hadnât slept a full night in months. Halloween was coming, and the whole neighborhood was excitedâexcept me.
I didnât have the energy to decorate, let alone get into the festive spirit.
Then, there was Brad.
Brad took Halloween way too seriously. Every year, he turned his house into a huge haunted attraction with gravestones, skeletons, big jack-oâ-lanterns, and more.
He loved the attention and would smile proudly whenever someone complimented his decorations.
The entire block loved it, but I was too exhausted to care about Bradâs haunted house.
One October morning, things started to fall apart.
I went outside, carrying Lily on one hip and holding Lucas in my arm, when I noticed something. My car was covered in eggs! The eggshells were stuck to the gooey mess, dripping down the windshield like some gross breakfast gone wrong.
âAre you serious?â I muttered, staring at the mess.
The night before, I had parked in front of Bradâs house. I didnât have much choice since it was easier to park closer to my door with the twinsâ stroller.
At first, I thought it was a prank. But when I saw egg splatters near Bradâs porch, I knew it had to be him.
Brad had done this.
Even though he didnât own the street, Brad acted like he controlled the curb during Halloween.
Furious, I marched over to his house and knocked on the door, maybe harder than I should have, but I didnât care anymore.
âWhat?â Brad opened the door with his usual smug expression, crossing his arms.
His house was already decorated. There were cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and a witch sitting on a chair. It was all too much.
I wasted no time. âDid you see who egged my car?â
Without blinking, Brad replied, âI did it. Your car was blocking the view of my decorations.â
I stared at him in disbelief. âYou egged my car because it was parked in front of your house? You didnât ask me to move itâyou just trashed it?â
He shrugged like it was no big deal. âHow can people see my display if your car is in the way?â
I couldnât believe what I was hearing. âAre you serious?â
Brad nodded, still looking pleased with himself. âIâm the Halloween King. People come from all over to see my decorations. Youâre always parked there. Itâs inconsiderate and ruins the vibe.â
I was juggling two newborns, barely holding it together, and he was talking about ruining the vibe?
âWell, sorry if my life interferes with your spooky setup,â I snapped. âIâve got newborn twins, Brad.â
âI know,â he said, leaning against the doorframe. âMaybe park somewhere else.â
âI park there because itâs easier with the babies and the stroller!â
Brad shrugged again. âNot my problem. You can park there after Halloween.â
I stood there, speechless, my anger boiling inside. But being so tired, I couldnât even argue anymore.
âFine,â I snapped, and stormed back inside, shaking with anger and disbelief.
As I washed the egg off my car, something clicked. Brad wasnât just an annoying neighborâhe was a bully. And I had had enough. If he wanted to play dirty, fine. I could play smarter.
Later that night, while rocking Lily to sleep, an idea hit me. Bradâs weakness was his pride. He needed his haunted house to be the best. I didnât have the energy for a fight, but revenge? That, I could handle.
The next day, I casually strolled over to Bradâs yard while he was adding more decorations.
âHey, Brad,â I said, faking cheerfulness. âIâve been thinking. It was inconsiderate of me to block your display. Have you thought about upgrading it?â
He looked suspicious. âUpgrade?â
âYeah, with things like fog machines or ghost projectors. Your setup is great, but those would really impress people.â
His eyes lit up. I knew I had him.
I suggested brands I had researchedâterrible machines with awful reviews. But he didnât need to know that.
âYou think so?â he asked, already planning his next move.
âOh, definitely. Youâd be the talk of the neighborhood.â
Satisfied, I walked away, waiting for Halloween.
When Halloween night came, Bradâs house looked like a scene from a horror movie. He had gone all out, as I expected.
Crowds gathered to admire his setup, and Brad was in the middle of it, enjoying the attention.
I watched from my porch, feeling like a villain in a movie. His display looked impressiveâuntil it didnât.
Right on cue, the fog machine sputtered and started spraying water like a garden hose. The crowd gasped, and kids laughed.
Brad rushed to fix it, but then his ghost projector malfunctioned. Instead of a spooky ghost, it showed a strange blob, making the kids laugh even more.
Then, one of his giant inflatables collapsed, rolling across the yard. Some teenagers, seeing the disaster, threw eggs at his house for fun.
Brad was frantic, running around trying to save his haunted house, but it was too late. His Halloween display had turned into a joke.
The next morning, just as I was feeding Lucas, there was a knock at the door. Brad stood there, looking defeated.
âI, uh, wanted to apologize,â he mumbled. âI overreacted.â
I crossed my arms, waiting. âYeah, you did.â
He shifted uncomfortably. âI didnât realize how hard it must be with the twins. Iâm sorry.â
I let him squirm for a bit. âThanks for apologizing, Brad. Iâm sure it wonât happen again.â
He nodded quickly. âIt wonât.â
As he turned to leave, I couldnât help but add, âFunny how things work out, huh?â
Brad had no response.
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