I didn’t bother arguing. I stayed calm and pretended to understand so that he didn’t suspect my upcoming Halloween party revenge.

Genevieve, a sleep-deprived mother, thinks it’s a prank when she finds her car covered in eggs until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was blocking the view of his elaborate Halloween display.

Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson but is too exhausted to argue.

I was bone-tired, the kind of tired that makes it hard to remember if you’ve fed the dog or brushed your teeth.

Since the twins were born, my days were a blur.

Despite the fact that Lily and Lucas were my precious darlings, managing two newborns largely by myself was a monumental task. For months, I hadn’t slept all night. The neighborhood was abuzz with excitement as Halloween approached, but not me.

I barely had the energy to decorate, much less to keep up with the suburban celebrations.

Brad then appeared.

You would have thought that the man took Halloween very seriously. He transformed his house into a haunted carnival each year, complete with gravestones, skeleton dioramas, enormous jack-o-lanterns, and other decorations.

And the cocky expression on his face whenever someone praised him? Please.

The entire street was enamored by his spectacles. But me? Brad’s absurd haunted house didn’t bother me because I was too preoccupied with trying to keep my eyes open.

It was a run of the mill October morning when everything began to disentangle.

With Lucas cradled in my arm and Lily on one hip, I shuffled outside. I squinted at the sight before me. My vehicle had been towed! Broken pieces of shell were caught in the semi-solidified goo, which was trickling down the windshield like some bent breakfast exceptional.

“Are you serious, sir?” As I stared at the mess, I murmured.

The night before, I had parked in front of Brad’s house. I didn’t really have much of a choice. I had parked close to our door because the stroller the twins were using was too heavy to push all the way down the street.

I initially assumed it was a joke. My suspicion was confirmed, however, when I noticed that the egg splatters extended all the way to Brad’s front porch.

Brad was written all over this.

Brad didn’t care that he didn’t have a right to the curb because of his extravagant Halloween display. During Halloween, the man was as territorial as a wolf.

I walked over to his home, scarcely ready to contain the fury rising inside me. I didn’t care that I slammed on his door harder than I probably should have. I was done being pleasant.

“What?” Brad opened it, looking more priggish than expected. I swear, his arrogance just radiated from him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

His house was already decorated for Halloween. Counterfeit spider webs swung from the drains, a plastic skeleton waved at me from the patio, and there was a witch lazing in one of the Adirondack seats… the entire over-the-top wreck.

I burned through no time. ” Did you notice who pushed my car?

Brad didn’t blink at all.

He said, “I did it,” as if he were telling me the time. My decorations are being obscured by your automobile.”

I looked at him in shock. Because my car was parked in front of your house, did you encourage it? You destroyed it without asking me to move it?”

He simply shrugged, unperturbed.” If they can’t see it from the road, how can they appreciate my display?”

I squinted. Briefly, I figured I could have misheard him. ” Are you genuine?”

He had the dauntlessness to shrug.

“I am the King of Halloween! Genevieve, people travel from all over to see this display. I just need a little help from you. There, you always park. It is disrespectful and ruins the atmosphere.”

Inconsiderate? And this man, this egomaniac, was talking to me about inconveniences while I was barely balancing two babies?

“All things considered, Please accept my apologies my life hinders your creepy memorial park,” I snapped. ” Brad, I’ve got twins. Twin infants.”

He said, leaning against the doorframe as if we were discussing the weather, “Yeah, I know.” You might want to park somewhere else.”

“When I’m carrying two babies and a stroller, I park there because it’s easier for me to reach my car!”

Brad just shrugged. Genevieve, that is not my problem. You can park there once more after Halloween, okay?”

I remained there, confused, my resentment bubbling over. But that’s the funny thing about exhaustion: it puts out rage before it gets too hot.

I yelled, “Fine.”

So rather than shouting, I changed direction suddenly and headed back inside, shaking with a blend of disappointment and doubt.

In any case, something clicked as I washed the egg off my vehicle later.

Brad wasn’t just a nice, overly enthusiastic neighbor. He was a domineering jerk and I had enough. It was fine for him to play dirty. I was about to be more strategic.

As I rocked Lily to sleep that night in the nursery, I had an amazing idea. Brad’s pride was his weakness. He wanted everyone to talk about his haunted house. I lacked the energy for conflict, but retribution? That I could deal with.

I held up a day then nonchalantly walked around to his yard while he was adding considerably more beautifications to his entryway patio.

I said, trying to sound upbeat, “Hey, Brad.” I’ve been thinking, it truly was discourteous of me to obstruct your showcase. You always put in so much effort on it; have you considered upgrading it?

He paused in disbelief. Upgrade?”

“Yes, such as some high-tech items. Ghost projectors and fog machines, for example. You already have such a great setup, but those would take it to the next level if you really want to impress people.”

His eyes illuminated, and I realized I had him.

Brad was unsurprising. He would jump at the chance to shine above the neighborhood.

I listed a few brands that I had researched. They were all awful devices with one-star ratings and a reputation for malfunctioning and exhibiting odd flaws. Yet, he didn’t have to know that.

“Do you agree?” he asked, currently intellectually planning his Halloween magnum opus.

Absolutely, yes. The neighborhood would talk about you.

I was happy when I left that way. I simply had to wait now.

Brad’s house looked like something out of a horror movie when Halloween night arrived. As was to be expected, he had done everything.

There was a horde of children and guardians assembled on the walkway wondering about the mist carrying out across his yard. Brad took in their admiration as he stood in the middle of it all.

I watched from my yard with Lily and Lucas packaged in my lap, feeling a piece like a bad guy in some low-financial plan show. I needed to concede his arrangement looked great — until it didn’t.

The haze machine faltered right on prompt and on second thought of creating that shocking, environmental fog, it began showering water like a nursery hose. Brad panicked as the crowd gasped and the kids giggled.

He rushed over to the machine and tried to stop it by fiddling with the buttons.

Be that as it may, it wasn’t finished. His prized centerpiece, the ghost projector, flickered on and off, casting a cartoonish, jittery ghost that looked more like a deranged blob than a ghost. Both the children and their parents cracked a chuckle at this point.

The final blow arrived next. The deflated head of one of his inflatables, a giant Frankenstein, rolled comically across the yard as it slowly collapsed.

With Halloween mischief in the air, some teenage boys thought it was funny, so they grabbed a carton of eggs and hurled them with gleeful precision at Brad’s house.

Brad was losing it, so he was running back and forth to try to keep his dignity, but it was too late. There was no going back from the transformation of his horror haunted house into a comedy haunted house.

When I was feeding Lucas the next morning, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, Brad looked… deflated. Similar as his Frankenstein. I almost felt bad because he wasn’t his usual arrogant self.

He murmured, not quite looking me in the eye, “I, uh, wanted to apologize.” for crashing your vehicle. I overreacted.

Before speaking, I took my time and crossed my arms. You did, yes.”

“I just… I didn’t understand how hard it should be, you know, with the twins what not.” Evidently ill, he rubbed the back of his neck. I apologize.”

As I watched him tremble, I allowed the silence to continue for a while longer. Brad, thank you for your apologies. It won’t happen again, I’m sure.”

In an effort to get out of the awkwardness, he quickly nodded. No, it will not.”

I couldn’t help but add, “Funny how things have a way of balancing out, huh?” as he turned to leave.

Brad was silent for the first time as he glanced back.