My Neighbor Threw Eggs at My Car Because It Was Blocking the View of His Halloween Decorations

The auditorium lights dimmed as Genevieve finally had a moment to herself, rocking her twins to sleep after another sleepless night. She had no idea her day was about to spiral into chaos, courtesy of her smug neighbor, Brad—a man who took Halloween as seriously as a national holiday.
Exhausted, Genevieve stepped outside to find her car covered in eggs, the gooey mess dripping down her windshield like a grotesque breakfast special. She marched to Brad’s over-the-top Halloween wonderland, where the self-proclaimed “Halloween King” admitted to the crime without a hint of remorse.
“It was blocking the view of my decorations,” he said, leaning against his doorframe like he owned the world. His arrogance was infuriating. “I’m just asking for a little cooperation.”
Genevieve bit back her rage, her exhaustion winning over the fight. But as she scrubbed the egg off her car, a sly grin crept onto her face. If Brad wanted to play dirty, she’d play smarter.
The next day, she approached him with a plan. “Have you considered upgrading your display? Fog machines, ghost projectors—something to really wow the neighborhood?” she suggested, knowing full well the cheap, unreliable equipment she recommended would backfire spectacularly.
Halloween night arrived, and Brad’s yard was a spooky spectacle. Parents and kids gathered to admire his work, while Brad basked in their compliments. Genevieve watched from her porch, cradling her twins, waiting for the chaos to unfold.
Right on cue, the fog machine sputtered and sprayed water everywhere, drenching Brad’s carefully crafted scene. The ghost projector flickered, casting what looked more like a dancing blob than a terrifying ghoul. Then, his inflatable Frankenstein collapsed in slow motion, drawing laughter from the crowd.
Teenagers, seizing the moment, pelted his house with eggs, turning Brad’s haunted masterpiece into a hilarious disaster.
The next morning, Brad knocked on Genevieve’s door, looking defeated. “I wanted to apologize,” he muttered, his usual smugness replaced with humility. “I overreacted.”
Genevieve crossed her arms, savoring his discomfort. “Yeah, you did.”
He shuffled awkwardly, finally adding, “I didn’t realize how hard it must be for you, with the twins and all. I’m sorry.”
Genevieve let the silence linger before replying, “Thanks, Brad. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
As he turned to leave, she couldn’t resist a parting shot. “Funny how things have a way of balancing out, huh?”
Brad glanced back, his face reddening. For once, he had no comeback. Genevieve smiled, savoring her small, well-earned victory.