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

Genevieve’s life had turned into a blur of exhaustion since her twins, Lily and Lucas, were born. The days seemed to melt into one another, filled with endless feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights. Every moment was dedicated to surviving, to making it through the day.

Halloween was just around the corner, and while the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, Genevieve barely had the energy to think about it.

Across the street lived Brad, her next-door neighbor. He was notorious for being the “King of Halloween,” the one who took the holiday very seriously. Every year, his house turned into a spooky masterpiece. Giant pumpkins, glowing skeletons, and fake gravestones covered his yard.

He loved the attention he got for his display, basking in the praise from neighbors as they marveled at his elaborate decorations. His smug grin would widen with each compliment, and he reveled in his status.

But for Genevieve, none of it mattered. She was too tired, too wrapped up in her own chaos to care about Brad’s Halloween kingdom.

One morning, Genevieve stepped outside to take a breath of fresh air, holding Lily in one arm and Lucas on her hip. She could barely open her eyes as she shuffled to her car. But then, she froze. Her car was covered in eggs. The yolk was dripping down the windshield, and the egg shells were scattered across the hood like confetti.

It wasn’t just a random prank. Her car had been parked right in front of Brad’s house. This was personal.

Anger flared up inside her, but the exhaustion soon followed. She was mad—so mad—but she was too tired to process it all. Still, she knew she had to do something. She marched to Brad’s house, the twins still clinging to her, her anger simmering with every step.

Brad answered the door, his usual smug grin plastered on his face. Behind him, his house looked like something out of a Halloween horror movie, complete with eerie cobwebs, skeletons, and witches hanging from the trees. He was clearly proud of himself.

“Did you see who egged my car?” Genevieve demanded, barely able to keep her voice steady.

Brad looked at her calmly. “I did,” he said, still wearing that self-satisfied grin. “Your car was blocking my decorations.”

Genevieve blinked in disbelief. “You egged my car because it was in front of your house? You didn’t even ask me to move it!”

Brad just shrugged. “People come from all over to see my display. How are they supposed to enjoy it with your car in the way?”

He crossed his arms, looking completely unbothered. “I’m the Halloween King, Genevieve. My display is important. I just need a little cooperation from my neighbors.”

Genevieve could feel her frustration boiling over, but she was also too tired to fight him. She clenched her fists and forced herself to stay calm.

“I have newborn twins, Brad. I parked there because it’s easier for me when I’m carrying both of them.”

Brad’s response was as dismissive as ever. “Not my problem. After Halloween, park wherever you want.”

Genevieve stood there for a moment, fuming, but also too exhausted to argue any further. She turned on her heel and walked away, her anger smoldering beneath the surface. As she cleaned the egg off her car later that afternoon, a thought struck her: this wasn’t over. If Brad wanted to play dirty, she could play smarter.

That night, as she rocked Lily to sleep, Genevieve hatched a plan. Brad’s weak spot was his pride. He loved his Halloween display more than anything. If she could disrupt that, maybe she could get him to realize how unfair he had been.

The next day, she approached him as he was putting the finishing touches on his yard. “Hey, Brad,” she said cheerfully. “Your display looks amazing! Have you thought about adding some high-tech stuff, like fog machines or ghost projectors?”

Brad raised an eyebrow. “Upgrade?” he asked, clearly suspicious.

Genevieve nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, if you want to be the best, these could really take your display to the next level.”

She listed off a few brands, knowing full well they were cheap, poorly made products that wouldn’t last the night. But Brad didn’t need to know that. His eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that,” he said, practically glowing with pride. “Thanks for the suggestion, Genevieve.”

That night, Halloween finally arrived. Brad’s house looked incredible at first. The fog machines hissed out white mist, and the ghost projectors cast eerie, flickering shadows on the walls. Brad stood proudly in front of his haunted house, soaking in the compliments from the neighbors.

Genevieve, watching from her porch, cradled Lily and Lucas in her arms, feeling the thrill of her little plan unfolding. It was like something out of a bad movie, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction. She had to admit, it looked impressive—at first.

Then, as expected, things started to go wrong. The fog machine sputtered, then stopped completely, turning into a malfunctioning sprinkler and soaking Brad’s lawn. The kids laughed as water sprayed everywhere, and the adults tried hard to hide their amusement. Brad fumbled with the controls, his face flushed with frustration.

Next, the ghost projector flickered. The spooky, transparent figure turned into a strange, cartoonish blob on the wall, causing the children to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

But the real disaster struck when the giant inflatable Frankenstein, which had been standing tall in Brad’s yard, began to deflate. Its head rolled across the yard like a sad, limp balloon. Teenagers started throwing eggs at Brad’s house, their laughter echoing in the air. What had once been a spooky Halloween masterpiece had turned into a comedy show, and there was nothing Brad could do to fix it.

The next morning, Brad knocked on Genevieve’s door, looking completely deflated—both literally and figuratively. His usual arrogance was gone, replaced by a sheepish, uncomfortable expression.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “For egging your car. I overreacted.”

Genevieve crossed her arms and waited a moment before responding. “Yeah, you did,” she said calmly.

Brad shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize how hard it must be with the twins. I’m sorry.”

Genevieve let the silence hang between them for a beat before finally speaking. “Thanks for apologizing, Brad. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

Brad nodded quickly, eager to escape the awkwardness. “It won’t.”

As he walked away, Genevieve couldn’t help but add, “Funny how things balance out, huh?”

Brad didn’t have a response, and for once, Genevieve had the last word.

What do you think? Share your thoughts in the comments!