Her Nasty Neighbor Threw Eggs At Her Car But She Decided To Get Even

But something clicked as I washed the egg off my car later.

Brad wasn’t just some harmless, overzealous neighbor. He was a bully and I had had enough. If he wanted to play dirty, fine. I was about to play smarter.

A genius idea hit me as I sat in the nursery rocking Lily to sleep that night. Brad’s weakness was his pride. He needed his haunted house to be the talk of the town. I didn’t have the energy for confrontation, but revenge? That I could handle.

I waited a day then casually strolled over to his yard while he was adding even more decorations to his front porch.

“Hey, Brad,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. “I’ve been thinking, it really was inconsiderate of me to block your display. You always put so much effort into it… have you thought about giving it an upgrade?”

He paused, suspicious. “Upgrade?”

“Yeah, like some high-tech stuff. You know, fog machines, ghost projectors. You’ve already got such a great setup, but if you really want to impress people, those would take it to the next level.”

His eyes lit up, and I knew I had him.

Brad was predictable. If there was a chance to outshine the neighborhood, he’d take it.

I rattled off some brands I’d researched. They were all terrible machines with one-star reviews that were notorious for breaking down and developing strange faults. But he didn’t need to know that.

“You think so?” he asked, already mentally designing his Halloween masterpiece.

“Oh, absolutely. You’d be the talk of the neighborhood.”

And with that, I walked away, satisfied. Now, all I had to do was wait.