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

Halloween night arrived and Brad’s house looked like something out of a horror movie. He’d gone all out, as expected.

There was a crowd of kids and parents gathered on the sidewalk marveling at the fog rolling out across his lawn. Brad stood in the middle of it all, basking in their admiration.

I watched from my porch with Lily and Lucas bundled in my lap, feeling a bit like a villain in some low-budget drama. I had to admit his setup looked impressive — until it didn’t.

The fog machine sputtered right on cue and instead of producing that eerie, atmospheric mist, it started spraying water like a garden hose. The crowd gasped, kids giggled, and Brad panicked.

He raced over to the machine and fiddled with the buttons, trying to make it stop.

But it wasn’t over. The ghost projector, his prized centerpiece, flickered on and off, casting a jittery, cartoonish ghoul that looked more like a deranged blob than a ghost. Parents chuckled and the kids were outright laughing now.

Then came the final blow. One of his inflatables, a giant Frankenstein, collapsed in slow motion, its deflating head rolling comically across the yard.

Some teenage boys thought it was hilarious and, with Halloween mischief in the air, they grabbed a carton of eggs and launched them at Brad’s house with gleeful precision.

Brad was losing it, running back and forth, trying to salvage what little dignity he had left, but it was too late. His haunted house of horrors had turned into a haunted house of hilarity, and there was no coming back from it.