MY NEIGHBOR REPORTED ME FOR HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS – THEN SHOWED UP ASKING FOR HELP Living in my 70s in a quiet neighborhood, I enjoy Halloween by putting up a modest display of plastic tombstones, a skeleton, and a few cobwebs. Kids love it, and most neighbors don’t mind—except for Irene. A former HOA board member, she always has something to say, and this year, it was my “excessive” Halloween decorations. I ignored the HOA letter, thinking that was the end of it. The next day, Irene appeared at my door, asking for a favor. Sometimes, the irony is just too rich! ⬇️ Full story in comments See less

My neighbor, Irene, reported me to the HOA over some plastic skeletons and cobwebs I put up for Halloween. Less than a day later, she was at my door, begging for help. Why the sudden change of heart? Well, you’ll soon find out!

My name is Wendy, a retired schoolteacher and grandma, and apparently, public enemy number one in our neighborhood.
“Can you help me decorate my yard?” she asked, hope in her eyes.
Of course! The next day, we transformed her yard with Willie and my grandson Carl, carving pumpkins and hanging cobwebs.

While we were working, Irene opened up about her loneliness and fear of change. I reminded her that life’s too short to worry about appearances.

On Halloween, Irene thanked me for everything. “This could be the start of a beautiful tradition,” I said, feeling the warmth of new friendships.

As we headed inside for pie, I suggested planning our Christmas decorations next.

“Let’s show this neighborhood real holiday spirit!” Irene laughed.

Willie chimed in about real reindeer and a huge Santa.

Who knew a few decorations could lead to such joy? Life’s too short not to enjoy some spooky fun! Happy Halloween!

“Wendy! What are you doing?” Irene yelled, hands on hips, when she spotted me decorating.

“It’s Halloween, Irene! Same as I’ve done for 30 years.”
“But it’s so… GARISH!” she exclaimed.

I chuckled. “It’s supposed to be a little garish.”

7 days later, I received an HOA letter about my decorations. Guess who complained? I called the HOA, and they said I had to remove my decor in 48 hours or face a fine. Not happening!

The following morning, I saw Irene’s grandson, Willie, running around with one of my pumpkins on his head, declaring himself the Headless Horseman.

“Take that off!” Irene shouted. But Willie protested, “Miss Wendy’s yard is the coolest!”

Later, Irene approached me, looking smaller and unsure. “Wendy, I need to apologize. I shouldn’t have complained.”

I listened when she explained how her grandson loved my decorations, especially during his tough family times.

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