My Halloween Decorations Were Destroyed Overnight, and I Knew Exactly Who Was Behind It

When Amanda woke up on Halloween morning, she expected to hear her kids’ laughter and the smell of pumpkin muffins wafting from the kitchen. Instead, she was greeted by silence—and the sour stench of something rotten. When she stepped outside, her perfect Halloween wonderland looked like a war zone. Every pumpkin she and the kids had carved lay smashed into pulp across the walkway. Decorations were shredded, lights ripped out, and the inflatable ghost her youngest adored was deflated and torn. Even her husband Jake’s homemade fog machine—his pride and joy—was gone. It wasn’t a prank. It was deliberate. Amanda stood frozen on the porch, staring at the destruction. Then came her son Lucas, still in his dinosaur pajamas. “Mom!…