We moved into our new house a year ago, and everything seemed perfect. Our neighbors, the Johnsons, welcomed us with a pie and friendly smiles. “Welcome to the neighborhood!” Jane beamed. Her husband, Tom, grinned and waved.

Three months later, I found a note from the previous owner warning, “Beware of the Johnsons. They’ll make your life hell.” Mike and I decided to ignore it, thinking it was just drama. Over the months, we got along well with the Johnsons, sharing barbecues and pool parties.

After returning from vacation, we found our property trashed. The pool was filthy, and garbage was everywhere. Furious, we confronted the Johnsons, but they denied everything. Suspecting them, we checked with another neighbor, Ethan, who had security cameras. The footage revealed the Johnsons throwing parties at our house while we were away.

We decided to teach them a lesson. That night, we trashed their lawn. The next morning, Jane’s scream of disgust was music to our ears. We confronted them with the evidence, and they had no choice but to clean up and change their ways.

Justice was served, and we realized the importance of standing up for ourselves. Through this ordeal, we found true friends in Ethan and Olivia.

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