“He Egged My Car for Blocking His Halloween Decorations – I Got Him Back with a Twist He’ll Never Forget”
Halloween is supposed to be fun—a night of laughter, costumes, and candy. But for me, last year’s spooky season turned into a full-blown neighborhood feud that started with one petty act and ended with a revenge plot worthy of a movie.
The Night Everything Went Wrong
It all started on October 30th. I’d come home late from work, exhausted, and parked my car in front of my neighbor Dan’s house. Now, in my defense, our street doesn’t have assigned parking spots—it’s first come, first served. I had no idea that by parking there, I was committing an unspoken crime against Dan’s “Halloween masterpiece.”
When I woke up the next morning, my car looked like it had survived a zombie apocalypse. Egg shells stuck to the windshield, yolk dripping down the doors, the whole mess dried in the sun like glue. And taped to my driver’s side mirror was a note:
“Next time, don’t block my display. Consider this a warning.”
I was furious. I hadn’t even realized my car had partially blocked one of his fog machines. And instead of just knocking on my door like an adult, Dan chose to vandalize my car—with breakfast food, no less.
My Plan for Sweet Revenge
I could’ve called the police or confronted him directly, but I wanted something better—something poetic. Halloween was supposed to be fun, after all, so I decided to give Dan a little scare of his own.
Over the next day, I got to work. I ordered a pack of realistic fake parking violation stickers online—bright orange, official-looking, impossible to remove without scraping. Then, I printed up an official-looking letter from the “Neighborhood Aesthetic Committee” (which doesn’t exist) stating that his decorations had “violated municipal code 14.3.7 for excessive sound and light pollution.”
I taped the notice to his front door early Halloween morning.
The Twist
That evening, as trick-or-treaters flooded the street, I watched from my window as Dan discovered the letter. His face went pale. He immediately started unplugging lights, dragging inflatable ghosts inside, and yelling at his wife to “find the permit paperwork.”
But here’s the twist: instead of letting it go on too long, I decided to end the prank with a little goodwill. I baked a batch of pumpkin cookies, left them on his porch with a note that said:
“No hard feelings, neighbor. Let’s keep Halloween spooky—but friendly. P.S. Maybe use toilet paper next time instead of eggs.”
The next morning, Dan came over sheepishly, cookie crumbs on his shirt, and apologized. We actually laughed about it, and he admitted the egg stunt was “a bit much.” Now, we joke every October about our little Halloween war—and my “Neighborhood Aesthetic Committee” letter has become somewhat of a local legend.
Lesson Learned
Sometimes, neighbors get caught up in petty conflicts, forgetting that kindness (and a clever sense of humor) go much further than revenge. Halloween is about tricks and treats—but the best trick of all is knowing when to turn a prank into peace.
So if you ever find yourself tempted to retaliate against a bad neighbor, remember: the sweetest revenge is one that ends with laughter… and maybe a plate of cookies.
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