01/06/2025
OUR HOUSE WAS COVERED IN RAW EGGS ON CHRISTMAS—THEN WE FOUND A NOTE STUFFED UNDER THE DOOR
Christmas was always about family. That’s why we cherished our yearly tradition of escaping to the islands—just the four of us—and soaking in the sun before the holiday chaos. This year was no different. Or so I thought.
Upon returning home, I froze. The house looked like a war zone. Raw eggs dripped from the walls, broken shells littered the porch, and even the holiday wreath was destroyed. The kids were stunned, my husband muttered under his breath, and my chest tightened with disbelief.
Who would do this? I prided myself on being a good neighbor—baking cookies for new families, helping at block parties. This didn’t feel random; it felt personal. Then we found the note shoved under the door: “THIS IS FOR WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME BEFORE CHRISTMAS!”
The words were a slap. What had I taken? From whom? That night, I checked the cameras. The footage showed a hooded figure methodically hurling eggs. My stomach turned. This wasn’t a prank; it was a vendetta.
I was already dialing the police when I paused the footage and zoomed in. Something about the way the figure moved—the tilt of their head, the familiar posture—made my breath catch. I realized who it was.
"IT COULDN’T BE!" I screamed.⬇️