Last Halloween, I was leaving my house when I found my car covered in eggs. At first, I thought it was just a prank. The white trails smeared across the windows and hood, glistening in the morning sun, could have easily been something my kids had done in their excitement. But as I stepped closer, I noticed something strange. The egg trails didn’t stop at my car—they led all the way to my neighbor Brad’s sidewalk.
I stood frozen, staring at the mess. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks: this wasn’t a prank, this was deliberate. I knew exactly who was responsible. Brad had been my neighbor for years, but lately, his quirky obsession with Halloween decorations had become unbearable. Every year, his front yard transformed into a haunted graveyard, complete with spooky fog, life-sized skeletons, and the constant chatter of ghostly soundtracks. But this year, he seemed to have taken it to another level.
Without wasting a moment, I marched over to Brad’s house, my blood boiling with a mixture of frustration and confusion. Brad was outside, standing by his front door, grinning at the sight of his perfectly arranged Halloween setup. I marched right up to him, pointing at the mess on my car.
“Brad! What the hell is this?” I demanded, my voice sharp.
He didn’t even flinch, just casually turned to face me as if I had interrupted a perfectly normal conversation. “Oh, the eggs? I threw those at your car.”
I blinked, utterly stunned. “What? You threw eggs at my car? Why?”
His expression was completely casual, almost as if he were talking about a neighborly favor. “Well, your car was blocking the view of my Halloween decorations. People couldn’t appreciate them properly from the road, you know?”
I stared at him, utterly speechless. “Wait, you seriously threw eggs at my car because it was parked in front of your house? And you didn’t even ask me to move it? You just decided to destroy my car?”
He shrugged, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I mean, how do you expect people to appreciate the mood if they can’t see my work, right? You park there every day and it’s ruining the vibe.”
The words hit me like a slap to the face. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my calm, but inside, I was boiling. “Brad,” I said through gritted teeth, “I’m a single mom with newborn twins. The reason I park there is because it’s the closest spot, and I have to carry two babies, a stroller, and all sorts of bags. And you—”
“Not my problem,” he cut me off, his tone flat. “Find somewhere else to park. The view matters more than whatever you’re carrying.”
I stood there in stunned silence, a mixture of disbelief and anger churning in my stomach. It took every ounce of self-control to not explode in his face. Instead, I forced a calm smile, nodding as if I were conceding the point. “Okay, Brad,” I said slowly, “I’ll find another spot.”
I turned away, but in my mind, a small, wicked grin spread across my face. I knew exactly how to get back at him for his childish behavior.
The next Halloween, I made sure to park my car right in front of his house again, just like I always did. But this time, I wasn’t going to play by his rules. As I was walking inside to prepare for the night, I made sure to bring with me a few bags of fake spiders, cobwebs, and plenty of plastic insects. I spent the whole afternoon decorating my car—each window was covered with sticky webs, plastic rats scuttled across the hood, and rubber snakes hung from the side mirrors. I even added a little “Happy Halloween, Brad!” sign on the windshield in neon colors.
When night fell and the trick-or-treaters began to wander the street, Brad came out to enjoy his decorations. I watched him from my window as his face dropped upon seeing my car, now transformed into a terrifying Halloween display.
He couldn’t escape it—the view he cared so much about was blocked by my creepy, nightmare-inducing car. I let out a quiet chuckle, satisfied with the perfect revenge. Brad didn’t say anything to me, but I could see the annoyance on his face as he turned back to his precious decorations.
From that day on, I never heard another complaint about my parking spot. And every year, I made sure to go above and beyond with my Halloween car display, ensuring that Brad would always be reminded of the time he threw eggs at my car.