After giving birth to her twins, Genevieve’s life was a complete chaos. Halloween was the last thing she was thinking about because she was so tired and overwhelmed. Her friend Brad, who is well-known for his extravagant yearly Halloween performance, was having a great time. He took great pleasure in the attention and his status as the “Halloween King” of the neighborhood. However, Brad’s conceit overcame him, and Genevieve found his fixation on perfection to be problematic.
Unknowingly causing Brad a small annoyance, Genevieve parked her car in front of his house one day. Rather than responding appropriately, Brad egged her car in retaliation, accusing her of interfering with his work. Already exhausted from the restless nights spent with the twins, Genevieve was in a rage. She was astonished by Brad’s arrogant demeanor when she confronted him. However, she chose to take a new tack rather than allowing her rage to worsen.
Genevieve was aware that Brad’s Halloween show was a source of pride. She therefore devised a devious, covert scheme to make him pay for his actions. She pretended to be a helpful advisor and recommended that Brad “upgrade” his act by adding some inexpensive ghost projectors and fog machines. Genevieve was secretly certain that these modifications would generate mayhem, even though she knew they were flawed, but she kept her plan to herself.
The neighborhood gathered to watch Brad’s well-known performance on Halloween night. Everything appeared to be ideal at first. But as the evening went on, Genevieve’s scheme came to pass. When the fog machines broke down, they sprayed water rather than mist. The ghost projectors produced unsettling but insufficient images as they flickered and spat. Even worse, in the middle of his performance, Brad’s inflatables, which were meant to be the main attraction, deflated. The once-wonderful show devolved into a ridiculous jumble.
In addition, a bunch of young lads who were thrilled by the mayhem started egging Brad’s house, which was hilarious considering that he had already done the same to Genevieve’s automobile. Brad’s arrogance fell apart as he felt humiliated and defeated, and the title of “Halloween King” no longer seemed appropriate. He knocked to Genevieve’s door the following morning and shyly apologized for his actions.
Although Genevieve was happy with the way things turned out, she didn’t give him a free pass. “Funny how things balance out,” she said with a knowing smile. Finally, Brad had faced his opponent—not another Halloween foe, but a weary mother who had figured out a cunning method to level the playing field.
