The morning before Halloween, I found my car dripping with egg yolk and wrapped in toilet paper like some sticky, ghostly joke. My son Noah, three years old and earnest, asked if the car was “sick.” I wanted to laugh, or curse, or both—but I just said, “A little. We’ll fix it.” I didn’t have to guess who did it. Derek, my holiday-obsessed neighbor, had been growing more unbearable every year. His “graveyard” display had taken over half the street. I’d parked near it out of desperation after a long shift and a car full of sleeping kids. Apparently, that was enough to provoke him.
When I knocked on his door, Derek didn’t even deny it. “You blocked the view,” he said, arms crossed like a sulky teenager. “It’s Halloween—don’t be so dramatic.” I walked away cold, promising myself this wasn’t over. That night, when the house was quiet, I documented everything—photos, timestamps, the whole mess. Then I gathered statements from neighbors who’d seen him out there. By morning, the police report was filed, and the repair estimate—over five hundred dollars—was printed, stapled, and tucked into a polite but firm letter I slid under his door.
Two days later, Derek showed up, angry but cornered. “It’s just Halloween,” he grumbled. I handed him the report number and raised an eyebrow. He paid. Then, to my surprise, he came back with a bucket and sponge, wordless but humbled. My kids pressed their noses to the window as the “skeleton man” scrubbed the car clean. I let them bake cupcakes and dip apples while he worked, the smell of caramel and sugar softening the sharp edges of the mornin
The next day, when Lily asked if I was still mad, I told her no—I was proud. Proud that I stood up without stooping down. Life has taught me you can’t control neighbors or noise or the chaos that lands on your doorstep. But you can control what you do with it. Sometimes justice isn’t loud or dramatic—it’s paperwork, calm words, and quiet dignity. And sometimes, it’s watching a grown man in an orange hoodie wash egg off your car while your children laugh from a safe, warm home.
