After a long business trip, all I wanted was to get home and enjoy Halloween night. But when I stepped onto my quiet street, I noticed something unsettling across the way. Let’s just say, Halloween had one last surprise in store.
I’ll admit, Halloween is my one true love. Some people go wild for Christmas or Easter, but for me, Halloween is pure magic. I’m 32, have no kids, and recently divorced—my job keeps me pretty busy, so I don’t have a lot of time for hobbies.
Woman decorating her house for Halloween | Source: Midjourney
But Halloween? That’s my thing. Every year, I go all out. I’m talking graveyard scenes, life-sized skeletons, lights, fog machines, the works. I start planning in August, mapping out every little detail to make my house the spookiest one on the block.
And for years, it’s worked. The “Haunted House on Thatcher Street” (that’s my house!) has become a bit of a legend around here. Neighbors actually tell their friends to drive by on Halloween night to see it. And I love it—I feel like I’m creating something that lets people feel like kids again, just for one night.
This year, though, life threw me a curveball. Right before Halloween, my boss drops a bombshell, “We need you on a flight to Boston tomorrow.” A last-minute business trip. “Really?!” I nearly shouted. Halloween was just a week away.
But there was no getting out of it. So I took one last look at my masterpiece of a front yard; a giant spiderweb, spooky inflatables, and lights painstakingly set up to create a full-on haunted graveyard scene. Then I flew out. The plan was to be back November 1, so I figured, hey, at least the neighbors could still enjoy the setup.
But fate had other plans. After some scheduling miracle, I ended up coming home early, landing right on Halloween afternoon. I was thrilled, picturing myself handing out candy to kids in their little costumes.
When I got home, though, something was… off. My house looked bare. I mean completely bare.
Then I glanced across the street and saw it: My skeletons. My graveyard tombstones. My inflatable pumpkin. And there, right in the middle of my neighbor’s front yard, was my 8-foot spider staring back at me.
Woman staring at Halloween decorations | Source: Midjourney
I took a deep breath, clenched my fists, and told myself to stay calm. I mean, it was Halloween night, kids were running up and down the street, and the last thing I wanted was to cause a scene. But the nerve… my decorations, all of them, right there on her lawn.
