The morning before Halloween, I opened my front door to find my car covered in egg yolks and toilet paper.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
\u201cMommy\u2026 is the car sick?\u201d my three-year-old pointed and whispered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
And just like that, the day began.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
I\u2019m Emily. I\u2019m 36, a full-time nurse, and a single mom to three very loud, very sticky, and incredible kids: Lily, Max, and Noah. Most mornings start before the sun\u2019s up and end long after bedtime stories are whispered over sleepy yawns.<\/p>\n
This life isn\u2019t glamorous, but it\u2019s ours.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
I didn\u2019t ask for drama this Halloween. I wasn\u2019t trying to start anything. I just needed to park close enough to my house to carry a sleeping toddler and two bags of groceries without breaking my back.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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<\/picture><\/div>\n<\/div>\nA smiling nurse | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
But apparently, that was enough to trigger my neighbor, Derek, into full-blown holiday warfare.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
The eggs were just the beginning.<\/p>\n
Derek lives two doors down. He\u2019s a man in his 40s with too much time and too many decorations. At first, I thought his displays were sweet \u2014 extravagant,\u00a0maybe<\/i>, but festive. Derek was the kind of guy who brought cheer to the block.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n But over the years, it stopped being fun. Now it feels like his house is auditioning for a movie every other month.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A smiling older man | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n Christmas? He blasts music through outdoor speakers and uses fake snow machines like he\u2019s recreating a Hallmark set. Valentine\u2019s Day? The bushes are wrapped in red garlands, and he swaps his porch lights for pink bulbs. The Fourth of July is a literal explosion; our windows rattle like we live inside a firework.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n And Halloween? Oh, that\u2019s Derek\u2019s Super Bowl.<\/i><\/p>\n The kids love it, of course. Every October, they press their faces to the living room window to watch him set it up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Christmas decorations on a porch | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cLook! He\u2019s putting up the witch with the glowing eyes!\u201d Max shouts. \u201cAnd the skellytons.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cSkeletons, baby,\u201d I always correct him with a chuckle.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Even Noah, my three-year-old, squeals when the fog machines kick in. And I\u2019ll admit, there\u2019s a strange kind of magic to it \u2014 if you\u2019re not the one living next to it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A few nights before Halloween, I got home from a long shift. I\u2019d been on my feet for 12 hours, charting, treating, and comforting. It was well after 9 p.m., and the sky was black, my back ached, and my landlord\u2019s maintenance truck was once again blocking our driveway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Outdoor Halloween decorations | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n I sighed and pulled into the only open spot \u2014 right in front of Derek\u2019s house.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Look, it wasn\u2019t illegal. It wasn\u2019t even unusual. I\u2019d parked there plenty of times.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Now, my kids were half-asleep in their car seats, dressed in their pumpkin-printed pajamas \u2014 courtesy of my mother, who watched them after school. The thought of offloading\u00a0everyone and everything\u00a0<\/i>only deepened my exhaustion.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cMama, I\u2019m cold,\u201d Lily said, rubbing her eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A tired woman driving at night | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cI know, sweet girl,\u201d I said, unbuckling her gently. \u201cWe\u2019ll be inside soon.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I slung Noah over my shoulder and reached for Max\u2019s hand, his head drooping with sleep. Bags hung off my wrists. I was tired in that deep, bone-hollow way you can\u2019t fix with sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I didn\u2019t even look twice at where I parked. I just assumed that it would be okay. I just assumed that Derek would understand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n The next morning, I stood at the kitchen window, pouring cereal into three mismatched bowls, when my stomach flipped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n An open door of a parked car | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n My car \u2014\u00a0my only car<\/i>\u00a0\u2014 was covered in eggs and toilet paper.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n And something in me, quiet and cold, snapped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Yolk dripped from the side mirrors in thick yellow streams. Toilet paper clung to the windshield and danced in the breeze like ghostly ribbons, tangled around the wipers and hanging from the antenna. The smell hit next \u2014 sharp and sour, sticky and wrong.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A close-up of an egg on a black surface | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n I blinked at it, frozen. For a second, I honestly thought I might still be dreaming. But then my eyes followed the trail \u2014 bits of broken eggshells scattered like breadcrumbs \u2014 leading\u00a0directly\u00a0<\/i>from Derek\u2019s driveway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cOf course,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I turned on my heel, told the kids to stay at the table, and marched outside. I didn\u2019t bother changing out of my slippers. I didn\u2019t even bother tying my hair back.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I banged on Derek\u2019s door harder than I intended.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A shocked woman with her hand on her mouth | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n He opened it like he was expecting me \u2014 wearing an orange hoodie that was supposed to be pumpkin. Behind him, I caught a glimpse of blinking skull lights and that godawful animatronic reaper on his porch.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cDerek,\u201d I said, struggling to keep my voice even. \u201cDid you\u00a0seriously\u00a0<\/i>egg my car?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n The man didn\u2019t even flinch.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d he replied, like we were talking about trash day. \u201cYou parked right in front of my house, Emily. People can\u2019t see the whole setup because of your stupid car.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A close-up of an annoyed woman | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cSo\u2026 you egged my car because it blocked your juvenile decorations?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cYou could\u2019ve parked somewhere else,\u201d he said with a shrug. \u201cIt\u2019s Halloween.\u00a0It\u2019s all good fun.\u00a0<\/i>Don\u2019t be so dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cGood fun? You couldn\u2019t have knocked on my door? Or left a note? I have to be at work at 8 a.m., and now I get to scrape egg off my windshield because you wanted a better angle for your fog machine?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A cracked egg | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cThe neighbors come to see my decorations every single year,\u201d he said, rolling his eyes. \u201cYou know that. Even your kids look through the windows! Don\u2019t deny it, I\u2019ve seen them! And anyway, you blocked the graveyard. I worked hard on that one.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cI\u2019m a single mom, Derek,\u201d I said, my jaw clenched. \u201cI have three kids. I carry diaper bags, backpacks, toys, groceries \u2014 sometimes all at once. I parked there because it\u2019s close, and I got home late last night. I\u2019m not breaking any laws.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cSweetheart,\u201d Derek said, smiling slow and smug. \u201cThat\u2019s really not my problem. You chose to have those kids. And maybe next time, you\u2019ll choose to park somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A smiling man | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n I stared at him for a long moment. Then I nodded once.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d I said quietly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cOkay?\u201d he repeated, tilting his head.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cYes, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I turned and walked home. Lily and Max were standing at the window, faces pressed to the glass.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cDid the decoration guy yell at you?\u201d Lily asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A woman standing with folded arms | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cNo,\u201d I said, managing a smile. \u201cBut he definitely messed with the wrong mom.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n That night, after the kids had finally fallen asleep, I stood in the kitchen for a long time just staring through the window.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I\u2019d lied about work; I actually had two days off to be with my kids. But now I knew, the truth wouldn\u2019t have mattered anyway. Derek was just a selfish man who needed to be taught a lesson.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n During the course of the day, the egg had dried into streaks. The toilet paper, now limp from dew, hung like a surrender flag. I was too tired to cry and too angry to sleep.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A sleeping child | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n So I picked up my phone and started documenting everything.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I took photos from every angle \u2014 the shell fragments near the tires, the yolk pooled at the base of the windshield, the toilet paper tangled around the mirrors. Then I recorded a short video and narrated it in a voice steadier than I felt, making sure to state the date and time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n The silence of my house made every tap of my screen sound like a drumbeat. It felt clinical and methodical \u2014 like I was treating a wound.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A person holding their phone | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n Afterward, I slipped on a sweater, grabbed the baby monitor, and crossed the street to Marisol\u2019s place. Her living room light was still on. She answered in slippers, a face mask, and held onto a cup of chamomile tea in one hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cYou okay, honey?\u201d she asked, eyeing me gently. \u201cThe babies are okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cThey\u2019re fine. And I will be,\u201d I said. \u201cBut listen, did you see anything strange last night? Outside my house, along the street \u2014 that kind of thing?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n She glanced at my car and winced.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A woman with a face mask on | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cYeah, Em,\u201d she said. \u201cI saw Derek outside around 11 p.m. I thought he was just fixing those stupid decorations of his. How much do you think he spends on them? For a grown man\u2026 that\u2019s\u00a0weird<\/i>, right?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cMarisol, focus,\u201d I said, grinning. \u201cWould you be willing to say that you saw him if someone asked?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cOf course, Em,\u201d she said, straightening. \u201cThat man takes the holidays way too seriously.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cThank you,\u201d I said, gratitude flooding my chest. \u201cI really appreciate it.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A smiling woman | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n I walked a few doors down to Rob\u2019s place. He was taking out the trash and eating a popsicle.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cDon\u2019t tell Maggie,\u201d he said. \u201cShe\u2019s been going on about my blood sugar levels again.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n When I asked him the same question, he nodded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cHe was out there, Emily,\u201d Rob said. \u201cI heard him muttering something about \u2018view blockers.\u2019 I figured it was about your car. You should hose it down as soon as possible. Eggs are acidic; they\u2019re going to ruin your paint.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cWould you mind writing that down, Rob? Please.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cNot at all.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A person holding a popsicle | Source: Unsplash<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n The next morning, I called the non-emergency line at the police station and filed a vandalism report. Officer Bryant showed up that afternoon with a clipboard and calm energy. He took my statement, allowed Max to hold his badge, and advised me to take the car downtown for a quote for the detailing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n The shop quoted just over $500. I printed everything: photos, the police report, the statements from my neighbors, and the estimate. I drafted a short letter demanding payment for damages and slid it into an envelope.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I walked it over to Derek\u2019s and pushed it under his door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A man sitting at his desk | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n For good measure, I emailed a copy to our neighborhood Homeowners Association Board.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Two days passed, and then came the knock.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Derek stood on my porch, his jaw tight and his cheeks flushed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cThis is ridiculous,\u201d he snapped. \u201cIt\u2019s\u00a0just\u00a0<\/i>Halloween, Emily.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n A stern man wearing a black t-shirt | Source: Pexels<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cYou damaged my property,\u201d I said, folding my arms. \u201cThe police know. The HOA knows. So, tell me, Derek, do you want to take it to court?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n He paused for a moment and then silently handed me a folded detailing receipt. It was the one I had quoted for cleaning the car \u2014 and proof that he\u2019d paid the full amount.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n That weekend, Derek showed up at my door holding a bucket, a pair of rags, and a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n Cleaning supplies | Source: Pixabay<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n \u201cI paid the detailer,\u201d he said quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. \u201cI thought maybe I could help clean the rest\u2026 before you take it downtown to him.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n I opened the door just halfway, considering him. The guilt was written all over his face \u2014 his shoulders were hunched and his voice was lower than usual. It wasn\u2019t much \u2014\u00a0but it meant something.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n \u201cStart with the mirrors. 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