Grandkids Destroyed My Neighbor's House with Party While She Was at Husband's Funeral – I Taught Them a Harsh Lesson

My sweet old neighbor recently lost her husband and left to fulfill his wish to be buried beside his father, leaving her house in her grandchildren's care. But the brats trashed it with a party and ran off. I stood up for the poor old lady and taught her grandkids a priceless lesson.

So, here's a story about the time I had to teach some bratty grandkids a lesson they'd never forget. It all started with my sweet, kind, and friendly neighbor, Mrs. Jacobs.

Her husband, Mr. Jacobs, passed away recently. His last wish was to be buried next to his father's grave, which was several hundred miles away on the other side of the city...

Mrs. Jacobs, being the devoted wife she was, went off to fulfill his last wish, saying she'd be back ASAP. She assured me everything would be fine while she was away.

Before she left, I offered to feed her two dogs and cats. Mrs. Jacobs thanked me but told me it wasn't necessary.

"I've invited my grandchildren, Jordan and Ariana, to stay over while I'm gone. They're in their sophomore year in college, so they can handle it," she said. Famous last words.

She seemed so confident in their ability to manage the house and take care of her beloved pets, and I didn't want to undermine her trust in them.

I'm a nurse, so I had a graveyard shift that night. The next morning, I decided to drop by Mrs. Jacobs's house to check if everything was okay and maybe say hi to the grandkids.

It had been several months since I last saw them, and I thought it'd be a good time to offer my condolences. Plus, I wanted to ensure Mrs. Jacobs's pets were doing alright in her absence.

When I knocked on the door, no one answered. Weird. So, I slowly pushed it open, and it was unlocked.

What greeted me was pure chaos. Imagine empty alcohol bottles, broken cabinets, graffiti on the walls, stale pizza boxes, and clothes strewn everywhere. It was like a tornado had hit the place.

The mess was so extensive that it was hard to know where to start if you wanted to clean it up.

It didn't take long to figure out what had happened. Her lovely grandchildren had thrown a massive party and left the house trashed.

I couldn't believe my eyes. The audacity of these kids! Instead of being there for their grieving grandmother, they turned her home into a frat house.

They showed no respect for her or her property, and it made my blood boil.

I was seething with anger, but I knew I had to act fast. Just then, a cab pulled up, and out stepped Mrs. Jacobs. She looked exhausted but hopeful. But when she saw the mess, she burst into tears.

It was heart-wrenching to see her so devastated by the destruction of her home.

"Nina, what… what happened to my house?" she sobbed, clutching my arm, her body shaking with the intensity of her grief and shock.

I took a deep breath. "I don't know, but I'll fix this," I promised, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Why don't you stay at my sister's place for a couple of days? I'll take care of everything here."

Her eyes filled with gratitude. "What are you going to do?" she asked, looking at me with hope and desperation.

"Just trust me," I said, giving her a reassuring smile. "I have a plan."

The next morning, I called Jordan and Ariana.

"Listen, your grandma is not well," I lied. "She doesn't have much time left, and she's deciding who will inherit her estate."

"Wait, what?" Jordan sounded shocked. My plan seemed to work and I knew I had his attention.

"She's got a significant amount of money in her bank account," I continued.

"She'll leave it to the grandchild who proves they care about her the most."

"Are you serious?" Ariana asked when I called her next, excitement evident in her voice. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head, calculating her chances of getting the inheritance.

"Yes, and if she finds out about the mess you made, you'll both be out of the will," I warned, hoping the threat would motivate them to take immediate action.

Within hours, Jordan and Ariana showed up with a few friends.

They cleaned up the mess, scrubbed the walls, fixed the broken cabinets, painted the fence, and even took care of the leaky roof Mrs. Jacobs had been complaining about for months.

I watched from my balcony, sipping on my cinnamon coffee, a triumphant smile on my face as they worked tirelessly to restore the house.

"Make sure you get that spot by the fireplace," Jordan barked at one of his friends, pointing at the grime that had accumulated there over time.

Ariana was on her knees, scrubbing the floor. "This better be worth it," she muttered under her breath, clearly not enjoying the task but determined to see it through.

The next evening, Mrs. Jacobs returned. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the spotless house.

"Oh my goodness, Nina, I'm not able to recognize my own house! How did you manage this?" she asked, tears of joy streaming down her face.

"Just a little trick, Mrs. Jacobs!" I replied, not giving away the whole truth. I wanted her to feel at peace and not worry about the effort it took to clean up the disaster her grandkids had left behind.

Her grandchildren hovered around her, eager to please. They competed for her attention, hoping to secure their place in her will. It was almost comical to see how quickly they had changed their tune.

"Nana, I made your favorite stew," Ariana said, presenting a steaming bowl with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. The effort was there, even if the sincerity was questionable.

Jordan cut in, "And I'm taking you to the new art exhibit downtown this weekend. Thought it'd be a nice change of pace," he added, trying to one-up his sister.

Over the next few weeks, I watched in amusement as Jordan and Ariana doted on their grandmother.

Jordan took her on a vacation to Miami, something he'd never done before, and Ariana drove her around town, did her laundry, and even cooked meals for her. They were going above and beyond to show their care.

It was such a pleasure to watch the grandchildren take care of Mrs. Jacobs and have most of her wants fulfilled. For instance, Mrs. Jacobs had a rotten tooth that needed immediate attention.

It thrilled my heart to watch Jordan and Ariana fight on the porch over who would take their grandma to the dentist.

"You took her last time!" Ariana shouted, crossing her arms defiantly, clearly not wanting to back down from the responsibility.

"Yeah, but she likes my car better," Jordan retorted, keys dangling from his finger, trying to assert his superiority.

You won't believe it, but they started visiting their grandma regularly on weekends and even drove her to church every Sunday.

I was so happy for Mrs. Jacobs and the pleasant changes in her fragile, old age.

But deep down, it also saddened me to know that her grandkids were competing only for her money. It would hurt the poor old lady if she ever discovered this, right?

God, I hope such a day never arrives in Mrs. Jacobs's life, or it would tear her apart.

One day, Mrs. Jacobs came over to my place, a radiant smile on her face.

"Nina, I'm so happy. My grandchildren have changed so much. They're always around, taking care of me. I don't know what you did, but thank you!" she chirped.

I smiled, squeezing her hands. "Just did what needed to be done," I said, winking at her, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and relief that my plan had worked so well.

She hugged me tightly. "They're taking me to a movie today," she said, beaming with joy and pride in her "transformed" grandchildren.

As she left, I offered a silent apology, hoping she'd never discover the truth. I wanted her to live happily, surrounded by the love she deserved, without ever knowing the extent of my intervention.

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