Genevieve was beyond exhausted. With twin babies at home, her life had turned into a blur of sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and trying to keep up with two newborns. Lily and Lucas were adorable, but taking care of them mostly on her own was an overwhelming challenge. The kind of bone-tired she felt left her barely able to remember whether she had brushed her teeth or even fed the dog.

It was late October, and while her neighbors were buzzing with excitement over Halloween, Genevieve couldn’t care less. The holiday spirit that usually filled her suburban street felt distant. She didn’t have the energy to decorate or participate in the neighborhood festivities. Her focus was purely on surviving each day.

But then, there was Brad — her neighbor who seemed to treat Halloween like it was a competition he had to win at all costs. Every year, Brad went all out, turning his house into a full-blown haunted carnival. His front yard was decked out with towering jack-o’-lanterns, spooky gravestones, skeleton dioramas, and flashing lights. The entire block admired his dedication, showering him with compliments that only inflated his already smug attitude.

Genevieve, however, had little time or patience to appreciate Brad’s spectacle. She was too busy trying to keep her eyes open while juggling her twins. She could barely muster the energy to glance at his over-the-top display, let alone care about it.

One chilly October morning, Genevieve’s already chaotic life took an unexpected turn. As she shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in her arm, she was greeted by a sight that made her stomach drop: her car was covered in smashed eggs. Bits of shell clung to congealed yolk that dripped down her windshield, creating a mess that looked like a twisted breakfast special gone wrong.

“Are you serious?” she muttered, staring in disbelief at the mess. It was the last thing she needed on top of her already hectic morning routine.

Initially, she thought it might be a Halloween prank by some neighborhood kids. But as she looked closer, her suspicions started to shift. The egg splatters stretched all the way to Brad’s meticulously decorated front porch. That’s when it hit her: this had Brad’s name written all over it.

The night before, Genevieve had parked her car in front of Brad’s house. It wasn’t out of spite — it was simply the most convenient spot she could find near her door. Carrying the twins’ stroller and diaper bags from a far-off parking spot was next to impossible. She figured it wouldn’t be a big deal to park close, especially since it was just for one night.

However, Brad clearly thought otherwise. As Genevieve stood there, fuming, Brad strolled out of his house with a satisfied smirk. Without hesitation, he admitted to being the one who had egged her car. His excuse? “Your car was blocking the view of my Halloween decorations,” he said, as if that was a perfectly reasonable justification for vandalizing her property.

Genevieve’s blood boiled. She was too exhausted to engage in a full-blown argument, but she was furious. “Unbelievable,” she thought. Here she was, struggling to get through each day with barely any sleep, and her self-absorbed neighbor was throwing eggs at her car over a blocked view. Brad’s obsession with Halloween had officially crossed the line.

Still holding her twins, Genevieve was too drained to start a shouting match on the spot, but she made a silent vow to herself. She wasn’t going to let this slide. Brad might think he had the upper hand, but Genevieve wasn’t about to let him get away with his petty behavior. If he thought his Halloween decorations were more important than her sanity, he was in for a surprise.

As she began the tedious task of scrubbing the dried egg off her car, Genevieve’s mind was already racing with ideas. Maybe she’d give Brad a taste of his own medicine, something that would make him think twice before targeting her again. Exhausted or not, she was determined to find a way to get back at him. After all, Halloween was supposed to be about tricks, right?

This whole ordeal had started with something as trivial as a blocked view, but it had now turned into a neighborhood feud. While her street might admire Brad’s dedication to Halloween, Genevieve saw him for what he truly was: a grown man willing to egg someone’s car just to keep his decorations in the spotlight.

Have you ever had a neighbor as petty as Brad? Someone who takes things way too far over something so trivial? Share your stories in the comments below! Who knows — maybe Genevieve’s story will inspire you to handle your own neighborhood disputes with a little creative revenge.