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My Neighbor Egged My Car for Blocking the View of His Halloween Display – so I Prepared a ‘Surprise’ He Won’t Forget

Posted on October 20, 2025October 20, 2025 By sg4vo No Comments on My Neighbor Egged My Car for Blocking the View of His Halloween Display – so I Prepared a ‘Surprise’ He Won’t Forget

The morning before Halloween, I opened the front door and stopped dead. My car looked like it had come down with the world’s stickiest flu—egg yolk sliding down the windows, toilet paper streaming off the antenna like haunted bunting.

“Mommy… is the car sick?” Noah whispered, wide-eyed.

I swallowed the laugh that wanted to come out because it was either that or swear. “A little,” I said. “We’ll fix it.”

I’m Emily—36, a nurse, a single mom of three: Lily, Max, and toddler tornado Noah. Most days are a relay race between bedtime stories and vitals charts, with a grocery run thrown in for sport. I don’t pick fights. I don’t have time for them. Last night I parked in the only open spot I could find—right in front of Derek’s house. I figured that, like every other time, it would be fine.

Derek lives two doors down and treats holidays like competitive sport. It used to be fun. Then the speakers got louder, the fog thicker, the fireworks closer, and the patience thinner. Halloween is his Super Bowl. Skeletons with glowing eyes. Fog machines. An animatronic reaper that makes even grown men say “nope.”

I followed a trail of eggshells on the pavement like breadcrumbs from a guilty conscience. They led right to his driveway.

I told the kids to sit tight, shoved my feet into slippers, and knocked on his door hard enough to rattle the reaper. He answered in an orange hoodie, smug already.

“Did you egg my car?” I asked, voice flat.

“Yeah,” he said, like we were discussing the weather. “You blocked the graveyard. People couldn’t see my setup. It’s Halloween—don’t be so dramatic.”

“You couldn’t leave a note? Knock on my door? I got home after nine with three sleeping kids and groceries. I’m not breaking any laws.”

He smirked. “Not my problem. You chose to have those kids. Park somewhere else.”

Something in me went quiet and cold. I nodded once. “Okay.”

I walked back to my house, past Lily and Max’s worried faces pressed to the glass. “Did the decoration guy yell at you?” Lily asked.

“No,” I said, smiling just enough to reassure. “But he messed with the wrong mom.”

When the house was finally quiet that night, I turned the kitchen light off and stood at the window, looking at my poor car draped in damp toilet paper. Anger didn’t make me shake; it made me methodical.

I took photos. Every angle, every drip, every shell fragment. A short video with the date and time. Then I went neighbor to neighbor in my sweater with the baby monitor clipped to my back pocket.

Marisol, two houses across, opened the door in a face mask and slippers. “You okay, honey?”

“Did you see anyone outside around eleven?” I asked.

She glanced toward Derek’s house and grimaced. “He was out there messing with those stupid decorations. I can write that down.”

Rob was dragging his trash can to the curb with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. “He was grumbling about ‘view blockers,’” he said. “Hose the car soon—eggs will chew the paint. Want a statement?”

I called the non-emergency line the next morning. Officer Bryant showed up with a clipboard and calming presence, let Max touch his badge, took my statement, and told me to get a detailing quote. Five hundred and change. I printed everything—photos, neighbor statements, the report, the estimate—and slid a demand letter under Derek’s door. I cc’ed the HOA for good measure.

Two days later, Derek knocked, jaw tight. “This is ridiculous,” he snapped. “It’s just Halloween.”

“You vandalized my car,” I said. “The police have the report. The HOA has the copy. You want to explain ‘just Halloween’ to a judge or pay the bill?”

He stared at me, then held out the detailer’s receipt—paid in full. He showed up that weekend with a bucket and rags anyway. “Figured I could help before you take it in,” he muttered, eyes somewhere over my shoulder.

“Start with the mirrors,” I said. “Front tires are still a mess.”

From the couch, all three kids watched through the window like it was the world’s slowest parade. “The skellyton man is washing our car?” Max breathed.

“Because he made it dirty,” Lily said matter-of-factly. “And he got caught.”

“That’s right,” I said. “Bad choices make messes. Someone always has to clean them.”

We made cupcakes while he scrubbed—the kids pressed candy eyeballs onto frosting and dunked apples into warm caramel, tongues out in concentration. By the time we finished, Derek had disappeared down the sidewalk, shoulders lower than usual. His house was still a graveyard by nightfall, but the fog machines were quiet and the speakers stayed silent. Fewer people lingered to gawk.

Inside, we had our own version of Halloween. Pillows piled on the floor, sugar-high giggles, a clean car parked where it belonged. Peace hummed in the walls in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.

The next morning, as we packed away paper bats and glued-on glitter, Max asked, “Are you mad at the skeleton man?”

“Skeleton,” I corrected gently. “And no. I’m proud.”

“Of what?” Lily asked.

“That I didn’t let someone treat us badly,” I said. “And that I handled it without becoming someone I don’t want to be.”

I’ve learned you can’t control your neighbors, their fog machines, or their egos. But you can control your response. Sometimes justice looks like a neat folder of receipts and statements. Sometimes it looks like a man in an orange hoodie scrubbing egg off your side mirror while your kids lick caramel off their fingers and watch from a warm living room.

And sometimes it looks like standing at your kitchen window with coffee, knowing you didn’t just hold your ground—you built something steadier on it.

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