This Is How I Won a Prank War My Neighbor and I Had Going for the past Year

his Is How I Won a Prank War My Neighbor and I Had Going for the past Year

It started off innocently enough. Selene parked her car in the wrong parking spot, fueling a prank war with Paul, the real owner of the parking spot. As the months went by, the pair continued their prank war, but Selen started to wonder about the future of these seemingly innocent practical jokes. She took matters into her own hands and asked Paul out for dinner, under the guise of someone else. Will it be the ultimate prank or something more?

It all began with a parking mishap. It was just one innocent mistake that spiraled into a year-long prank war with my neighbor, Paul.

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An apartment building parking lot | Source: Unsplash

One evening, I accidentally parked in Paul’s parking spot in our apartment building’s lot. It was late, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to crawl into bed.

I didn’t think much of it until the next morning when I was on my way to the office. There, on my car, on an empty takeaway cup, a note was scrawled in messy handwriting.

A woman sleeping in bed | Source: Pexels

A woman sleeping in bed | Source: Pexels

Thanks for ruining my day.

“Oh, crap,” I said to myself when I sat in the car. I needed to make amends.

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A woman sitting in a car | Source: Pexels

The following morning, I left a warm cup of coffee on Paul’s car roof with a note that read:

Sorry for the mix-up. I hope this makes up for it.

A person holding a cup of coffee | Source: Pexels

A person holding a cup of coffee | Source: Pexels

If you’re wondering, Paul and I didn’t know each other. We just lived in the same apartment block and knew everyone’s names and door numbers.

A few days later, I found a bill from a car-washing service under my windshield wiper. It seemed that Paul didn’t notice the coffee that I left and spilled it all over his car when he drove off.

A car in a car wash | Source: Pexels

A car in a car wash | Source: Pexels

I refused to pay the bill, and thus, the little war began.

“I think that you and this mysterious Paul are either going to fall in love or end up despising each other,” my friend Daphne said at work.

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A smiling woman holding a folder | Source: Pexels

“Probably the latter,” I said. “It was all fine until he gave me a bill.”

“Selene,” she said knowingly, “I’m telling you, this is just the beginning.”

The next day, I left my work phone number on his car.

Call me regarding the payment.

A piece of paper on a car | Source: Midjourney

A piece of paper on a car | Source: Midjourney

Paul called me later that evening.

“Really? You thought that leaving coffee on the roof of a car was a good idea?” he asked, going straight into it.

“How was I supposed to know that you’d drive off without looking? Besides, it was a peace offering!”

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A man using a phone | Source: Unsplash

“More like a disaster,” he said. “It was all over my window. Pay the car wash bill, please.”

“I’m not paying for it,” I said, hanging up.

After that, the pranks escalated quickly.

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Spilled coffee in the air | Source: Pexels

“I told you,” Daphne said when she came home with me one evening. “It’s going to get more intense. You need to listen to me. Trust me on this, you and this guy are going to get under each other’s skin.”

“I don’t know about that, Daph,” I said, dishing out the curry we had bought for dinner.

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Bowls of curry and rice | Source: Unsplash

“But you’re having fun?” she asked, tearing into a piece of bread.

“I am!” I said. “Mainly because it’s nothing serious.”

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Flatbread on a board | Source: Pexels

One day, I found my car doors wrapped in plastic wrap.

The next week, I retaliated by covering Paul’s car in sticky notes, each one asking him to fix his parking.

A person tearing through plastic wrap | Source: Pexels

A person tearing through plastic wrap | Source: Pexels

“If it rains tonight,” Paul said, immediately calling me after seeing the sticky notes, “you’ll have a mushy mess of paper to clean up.”

“I think you’ll figure it out for yourself,” I said, hiding behind my curtain.

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A car covered in sticky notes | Source: Midjourney

I had to admit, I was attracted to him. I didn’t know if Paul knew who I was, but it was easier for me to watch him from my apartment. I had gotten used to watching him wash his car.

It turned out that it was comforting. There was a sense of intimacy that we had built up.

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A person hiding behind blinds | Source: Unsplash

After months of back-and-forth pranks, ranging from balloons tied onto car handles and window wipers, to fake parking tickets, I decided that it was time to end the war.

“But you need a grand finale,” Daphne said as we sat in our office, trying to work through month-end reports.

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A woman using a laptop | Source: Pexels

“Like what?” I asked, typing away at my keyboard.

“You’re into him, right?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“I think so,” I said. “But I don’t know much about him.”

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A woman drinking coffee | Source: Pexels

“Then get to know him,” my friend pressed on. “There’s something there; if not, this would have ended a long time ago.”

“Fine,” I said. “But you write the note. He knows my handwriting now.”

We intended to write a note from a secret admirer.

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A person writing a note | Source: Pexels

“She can just be someone from your apartment,” Daphne said. “And it’s not like you and Paul have even interacted in person, Selene. To be honest, I don’t know how you’ve managed to stay anonymous for so long.”

“It’s the thrill of it,” I said.

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A smiling woman | Source: Unsplash

Early the next morning, I left the note that Daphne had written on Paul’s car.

Hey, I saw you leaving your car and couldn’t help but notice how handsome you are. Let’s have dinner?

I added my personal number that he wouldn’t recognize at the bottom.

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A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

To my surprise, Paul called me later that morning.

“Selene, you’ll never guess what happened!” he said excitedly. “Some woman left me a note on my car.”

“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise. “What did it say?”

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A woman on the phone | Source: Pexels

“She said that I was handsome and she wanted to have dinner. She left her number, too. So, I’m going to text her and go.”

Paul took the bait and texted me. We set up a date, and I, still pretending to be someone else, agreed to meet him at a local restaurant.

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A table at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

I was already seated, suddenly nervous. We had been at this for so long; what if everything blew up in my face?

What if I was living in a romantic comedy and Paul actually couldn’t stand me?

Almost ready to leave, Paul walked into the restaurant.

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A man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, you’re here! You look familiar,” he said. “But I suppose I have seen you around the building.”

He spoke quickly, as though he was just as nervous.

“I’m sure that’s exactly it,” I said, smiling.

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A smiling man | Source: Pexels

“Your voice reminds me of my neighbor, Selene. I’m sure you’ve seen us pranking each other recently,” he chuckled, his eyes glazing over as if lost in a memory.

“What’s that been like?” I asked.

A smiling woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“Well, Daphne,” he said, as I had introduced myself over text, “it’s been hilarious. It’s been the best few months of my life.”

“It sounds like she’s grown on you,” I said, smiling.

“She’s feisty, all right,” he said, ordering himself a whiskey.

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A man holding a glass of whiskey | Source: Pexels

The rest of the evening went by smoothly, but the more Paul spoke, the more I found myself genuinely enjoying his company. He was charming, funny, and surprisingly sweet.

By the time our meals arrived, I couldn’t keep the truth from him any longer.

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Plates of food at a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

“Paul,” I said, picking up my cocktail, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s that?” he asked, looking me in the eye.

“I haven’t been very honest about this date,” I said slowly. “I’m Selene.”

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A cocktail on a table | Source: Pexels

Paul’s jaw dropped.

“Wait, really?” he asked. “Why did you want to meet like this?”

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “Call it insecurity? Daphne is my best friend; I asked her to write the note, and I used her name. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have deceived you.”

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

“No, no,” he said, a large smile forming on his face. “I’ve never had this much fun with anyone. I’m glad we got to meet. Finally.”

The rest of the evening went much smoother, knowing that we had something in common. It was something to bond over. And more than that, there was chemistry between us. It wasn’t just me.

“I’m glad we did this,” Paul said as we went our separate ways in the parking lot. “It needed to happen.”

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An empty parking lot | Source: Pexels

“And now, we’re here,” I said, taking his hand, suddenly feeling brave.

I don’t know where our relationship will go or what it will become, but I do know that I’ve taken the first step toward something.

What would you have done?

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A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels

Family Confounded by Old Neighbor’s Frequent Quarrels Until Husband Accidentally Enters Her Home – Story of the Day

Michael and Amber were fed up with their nagging neighbor, Margaret. But one day, they realized their kids had disappeared from the backyard. Thinking they may be at the neighbor’s house, they decided to investigate, but what they found chilled their bones.

In their quaint suburban home, Michael and Amber enjoyed the holiday cheer, surrounded by the home decorations they had just finished installing. As they reflected on celebrating their first Christmas with their adopted twins, Tom and Eliza, they were interrupted by their neighbor Margaret, an old woman who had opinions about everything.

“I understand Christmas is coming, but your decorations are shining right into my window,” Margaret griped.

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Christmas Lights | Source: Shutterstock

“We just wanted our first Christmas with the kids to be special,” Michael said, smiling to keep the peace.

Amber joined in. “How about we turn them off at ten in the evening?”

Margaret crossed her arms. “That doesn’t suit me. I go to bed at nine,” she said.

Amber suggested, “Then, how about nine?”

“Fine,” she replied, twisting her mouth.

Amber and Michael looked at each other knowingly but stayed quiet. Their silent moment was broken by the twins, Tom and Eliza, drawn to the front door by the sound of their neighbor’s voice. Margaret’s demeanor softened at the sight of the children, something that made Michael’s hackles rise.

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Gray-haired elderly woman | Source: Shutterstock

“My dears, I’ve brought you something,” she said, offering a plate of homemade cookies.

Frowning, Michael took the cookies before the twins could. “Knowing Margaret, there’s probably poison in there.”

The old woman sputtered and protested, “How dare you! I would never–”

Michael ended the encounter by wrangling his family into the house and closing the door in her face, thinking she was way too nasty to Amber and him and too nice to the children. It wasn’t normal.

The next day, Michael read a book while he listened to the twins playing outside. His eyes lifted for a second, and he noticed Margaret near the fence talking to them. His protective instincts stirred, but seeing no immediate harm, he chose not to intervene, focusing on his book again.

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Children play outdoors | Source: Shutterstock

But soon enough, the atmosphere got too quiet. His head swiveled, and the realization hit: the twins were gone, and Margaret had disappeared, too.

“Tom! Eliza!” Michael called out, his voice rising with his panic. He rushed to the fence and saw Margaret’s car gone, too, and finally, he called out to Amber, who had been busy in their bedroom.

“Honey, the children are gone,” he said, breathing heavily once inside his house.

“What do you mean gone?” she asked, her eyes wide and fearful. “Maybe they’re hiding.”

“I think Margaret took them. She was talking to them, and now her car isn’t in her driveway anymore,” Michael said. “Call 911.”

“That’s too much–”

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Collage of pictures with loved ones | Source: Shutterstock

“Call them, Amber!” he yelled but coughed when he saw her flinching. “Sorry. Please. I just have this feeling.”

***

“She’s 66, her name’s Margaret,” Michael explained to the police officers who arrived promptly.

One officer, trying to maintain focus, asked for details about Margaret while expressing doubt about the likelihood of her involvement due to her age. Then, he asked about cameras.

“No, we don’t have any cameras in the backyard. I never thought we’d need them,” he responded, running a hand through his hair.

“We’ll start a search immediately to gather as much information as quickly as possible,” the cop stated and walked off to talk to his partner. Soon, they took off, turning on their squad car lights to canvas the neighborhood.

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Worried Woman | Source: Shutterstock

“I can’t wait anymore,” Michael said, marching toward Margaret’s house.

“What are you doing?” Amber followed, the panic clear in her voice.

Fortunately, they found the back door unlocked and walked right in, calling for her and their twins. But Michael stopped cold in the living room, causing Amber to run into his back. “What?” she asked before following his line of vision and experiencing the biggest chill of her life.

They discovered the walls covered with photographs of Tom and Eliza. The sheer number and nature of the photos were staggering. Some predated their adoption. “This… this is impossible,” Amber murmured, running a hand down her arm to calm her goosebumps.

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Flashing lights of a police car | Source: Shutterstock

Michael grabbed his phone, taking pictures of the entire house in case they needed evidence. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, pulling his wife away from the dark, horrible place.

At home, they waited…and waited…and waited. No word from the police came. In the morning, Michael dialed CPS, asking for the social worker who had worked with them to adopt the kids, Darlene.

“What?” Darlene gasped when Michael finished telling her what happened. “What’s her full name?”

Michael repeated all the information he knew about their kidnapping neighbor and heard Darlene’s small “Oh, no” through the phone.

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Stressed young man | Source: Shutterstock

“What?” he demanded, feeling Amber wrapping her arms around his waist.

“After you and your wife adopted the children, a woman came to us. She introduced herself as the twin’s grandmother and inquired about them,” Darlene revealed. “I wasn’t told about this, but there’s a note in the system about it, and she left without asking much except for your contact information. I can’t believe she was your neighbor.”

“It wasn’t a coincidence,” Michael muttered. “Is there any information that could help us? She’s gone; our kids are with her.”

“Yes, I have her address.”

“She’s our neighbor. We know where she lives,” he said, shaking his head.

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Upset millennial married couple | Source: Shutterstock

“No, Michael,” Darlene said. “This address is a state away.”

***

After informing the cops, Michael and Amber took their car and drove as fast as possible to the neighboring state. During the drive, they talked about what they could do once they reached the house, but Amber screamed, making Michael’s foot slam on the brakes.

“That’s her car!” she pointed in front, and Michael knew she was right. Two little heads were in the back seat, and he would recognize his kids anywhere.

Michael honked, trying to get her to stop, but Margaret realized who they were quickly and sped up, exiting the regular city streets toward a highway bridge. But she wasn’t counting on the heavy traffic.

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Portrait of handsome hopeless man | Source: Shutterstock

“We’ve got her!” Amber said, her hands holding onto the dashboard as if ready for anything. But Margaret had other ideas. She pulled over and exited her vehicle, dragging the kids along.

Michael and Amber almost flew to one side as he maneuvered the car to park right behind hers. He got out and yelled, “Margaret, stop! Give me my children!”

“They’re mine!” she yelled back and kept dragging Tom and Eliza, who had finally realized something was wrong and started fighting back.

“Be careful!” Amber said, breathless.

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A crying elderly woman | Source: Shutterstock

But on a push and pull between Margaret and the twins, the kids’ feet got caught, and they both stumbled horribly into the cold water below the bridge.

“NO!” they all bellowed.

“Call rescue! Someone, please help!” Margaret yelled, but Michael had already taken off his jacket and dove to get his children.

***

Amber and Michael watched as Margaret was handcuffed. “I’m sorry, Michael. I didn’t want this to happen. I just wanted the children to be with me,” she confessed, her lips trembling.

Still soaked and wrapped in a blanket, Michael ignored her as he focused on what the rescuers were doing to check on the kids.

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Little boys and their dad | Source: Shutterstock

“Kidnapping them wasn’t the answer,” Amber muttered.

Margaret’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. The children started crying for you and Amber in the car. They talked about how they love you, that you are their parents.”

Michael’s voice softened slightly, but the anger was still there. “That’s because we are their parents, Margaret. We are one family.”

The old woman nodded, her expression one of deep regret. “Now I understand that. Seeing how you jumped into the water for them, how much you care. Can you ever forgive me?”

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Depressed young man | Source: Shutterstock

“After all this, how can you ask that?” he questioned and turned away as the cops dragged Margaret away.

***

Once they got home, Amber and Michael hoped to forget about this issue, but the kids were full of questions.

“The neighbor said she was our grandmother,” Tom asked while Eliza nodded. “Is that true?”

“That’s true,” Michael began, “but she shouldn’t have taken you without our permission. And you should never go with other adults without checking if it’s alright with us.”

“We know now,” Eliza said. “We asked to go back, but Grandma said she was taking us somewhere fun. Can we see her again?”

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Middle-aged woman | Source: Shutterstock

“We’ll see,” Amber said, placating them but immediately finding something to shift their focus.

***

“We should drop the charges,” Amber mumbled in bed later. “She’s their grandmother.”

“She’s a criminal,” Michael said, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

“Honey,” Amber pouted, but he turned the lights off and pretended to sleep. However, the phone rang right at that second. It was Darlene, who had friends at the police department.

“Darlene, everything is okay now,” Michael began but paused.

“Margaret collapsed,” the social worker revealed. “She was taken to the hospital.”

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Medical practitioner | Source: Shutterstock

***

At the hospital, they approached the doctor to inquire about Margaret. “We were able to resuscitate her, but I’m afraid her condition is quite serious. She needs another surgery, but she may not make it.”

Michael and Amber nodded as they were led to the old woman’s room. The ambiance was tense and heavy, but Margaret broke it.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice breaking again.

“We forgive you,” Amber stated, holding Michael’s hand. He only nodded.

“Is there any way I can see the kids before I go into surgery again?” Margaret asked, looking away as if fearing the response.

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Elderly Woman in Hospital Bed | Source: Shutterstock

This time, Amber stared at her husband, who sighed. “Yes,” he said.

They brought the kids over the following day. It was truly a joy. Somehow, without ever meeting, the twins had a bond with the old woman, who had nagged at Michael and Amber since they moved into that neighborhood. However, they saw their relationship clear as day, and it was impossible to deny them their grandmother then.

Margaret was taken into surgery, and they waited for news. Fortunately, she made it through, but would require constant care and attention. She was discharged from the hospital a week later, and Michael and Amber arranged for someone to care for her daily after dropping the kidnapping charges.

Afterward, they visited her often. Michael was no longer worried and let the kids go back and forth between their houses. And Margaret was invited to spend Christmas with them.

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Family of four at the table | Source: Shutterstock

With Margaret’s quiet gratitude and Amber’s reassuring smiles, that first holiday was one of the best they’d ever had. The dinner table became a place of shared stories, laughter, and the palpable warmth of newfound unity.

“Thank you,” Margaret whispered later that night, her voice thick. “For everything.”

Michael and Amber nodded, their expressions warm. “We’re family now,” Amber said simply.

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