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Neighbors Hated My House Color and Repainted It While I Was Away — I Was Enraged & Took My Revenge

Rita Kumar
Jun 27, 2024
10:00 A.M.

Returning from a two-week trip, Victoria came home to a nightmare: her vibrant yellow house painted by her late husband's loving hands had been repainted by her nosy neighbors. Enraged by their audacity, she decided to fight back and taught them a lesson they would never forget.

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Hey folks, I'm Victoria, sweet 57... and I'm curious. Imagine pulling into your driveway after a long trip, only to see a completely different house staring back at you. That's exactly what happened to me recently, and let me tell you, I'm still fuming...

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A mature woman driving a car | Source: Pexels

I live on a corner lot. Two years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Davis, a newlywed couple, moved into the house next door. Right from the start, they made snide comments about my bright yellow house.

They would laugh and say, "Whoa! That's the brightest house we've ever seen! Did you paint it yourself?"

"Yup, me and a gallon of sunshine!" I'd say, shutting them up. "What do you think? Should I paint the mailbox next?"

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A bright yellow house | Source: Midjourney

But let me tell you, those two next door wouldn't stop harassing me about the house color. Every time Mr. Davis walked by, he'd have to crack a joke.

"Bright enough for you, Victoria?!" he'd sneer, nudging his wife who'd chime in with a cackle like a hyena.

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A man laughing | Source: Pexels

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She wasn't any better. Instead of the jokes, she'd just fix me with this pitying look and say, "Victoria, have you ever thought about changing it? Maybe something more... neutral?"

Like my house was some kind of an eyesore and needed its personality surgically removed.

Their disdain was clear from the beginning. They acted as if my house's color was a plate of rainbow sprinkles served at a funeral.

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A woman laughing | Source: Pexels

One day, Mrs. Davis marched up to me while I was planting petunias. Her smile was about as bright as a rainy Tuesday, and she pointed a manicured finger at my house.

"That color is just an eyesore... it clashes with everything, Victoria! It's gotta go. How about something like... beige... for a change?" she declared.

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A woman staring at something | Source: Pexels

Clutching a watering can, I raised an eyebrow.

"Goodness, Mrs. Davis, is that what all the commotion outside is about? I thought a UFO had landed judging by the expressions on everyone's faces. But it's just a little paint!"

"Just a little paint? It looks like a giant banana landed in our neighborhood! Think about your property value! Surely you can see how... garish it is!" she frowned.

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A mature woman in the garden | Source: Pexels

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I shook my head, trying to stay calm. "There's no law against it, Mrs. Davis. I like it yellow. It's my late husband's favorite color."

Her face turned beet red. "This isn't over by a long shot, Victoria!" she snapped before storming off.

Mrs. Prim and Proper and Mr. Boring just couldn't handle my happy yellow house. They whined to the police about the "blinding" color, complained to the city about a "safety hazard" (the hazard being happiness, apparently), and even tried to sue me! That lawsuit went about as well as a snowball in July — melted fast.

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A judge in court | Source: Pexels

Their final attempt? Homeowners Against Bold Colors association, but my neighbors are awesome, and told them to shove it.

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Now, those two are about as popular as a skunk at a picnic and alienated from everyone.

"Can you believe it?" my old neighbor Mr. Thompson boomed, striding over with a grin as wide as the sun on my yellow house. "Those two actually thought we'd jump on their beige bandwagon! Absurd!"

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An older man smiling | Source: Pexels

Mrs. Lee from across the street chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Honey, a bright house and a happy heart, that's the motto around here, not whatever shade of bland they're peddling."

"Yeah, well, maybe this will finally shut them up!" I sighed. Little did I know, that was just the opening act in the grand opera of their disapproval.

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Buckle up, because things were about to get much, much worse.

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An extremely upset mature woman | Source: Pexels

I had to go out of town for two weeks regarding work.

Two stinkin' weeks cooped up in that stuffy city. Finally, the road stretched out in front of me, leading me back to my haven. My yellow house, bright as a sunflower against the boring beige of the neighborhood, should've been the first thing I saw.

Instead, a giant, GRAY block loomed from the curb. I almost drove right past it. My house, the one my late husband had painted a cheerful yellow, now stood painted a color fit for a forgotten grave!

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A gray house | Source: Midjourney

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I slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching a protest. Gray?

My stomach dropped. I was furious and instantly knew who was responsible for this makeover I didn't ask for. Did those pale-faced neighbors think they could erase my spirit with a bucket of paint? Not a chance. My blood ran hot.

Two weeks cooped up in the city, and this is what I come home to?

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A shocked woman | Source: Pexels

My steps echoed on the sidewalk as I marched straight to the Davises' house. They were the prime suspects, the beige bullies who couldn't handle a splash of bright color in their bland world.

I practically threw myself against their door, pounding on it with a clenched fist. No answer. The audacity! To think they could change my home, my spirit, with a can of paint.

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My neighbor Mr. Thompson came over, shaking his head. "I saw the whole thing, Victoria. Got pictures too. Tried calling you but the call wouldn't get through. Called the police, but the painters had a valid work order. Nothing they could do."

"What do you mean, a valid work order?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger.

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Mr. Thompson nodded apologetically. "They showed the police the paperwork. Apparently, the Davises claimed you hired them to repaint while you were away."

I felt my blood boil. "They forged my name on the work order?"

Mr. Thompson nodded. "Looks like it. I'm really sorry, Victoria. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen."

"Let me see those pictures," I said, my eyes narrowing.

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An angry and upset mature woman | Source: Pexels

He showed me photos of the painting company setting up and working on my property. "They had a work order in the name of ‘Mr. and Mrs. Davis,' paid in cash," he added.

I clenched my fists. "Of course they did."

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I checked my surveillance footage. And guess what? The Davises never set foot on my property. Clever. No trespassing. No charges. I called the police again, but they couldn't do anything since the painters acted in good faith.

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CCTV camera | Source: Unsplash

I was LIVID. How could these two nitwits do this to my house?

I needed a plan. I stormed back to my house and that's when I saw it. The paint job was shoddy—traces of old yellow paint peeked through.

As an interior designer, I knew that the old paint should've been scraped off first.

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Peeling yellow paint | Source: Pexels

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I stormed to the painting company's office with my ID and house documents.

"You painted my house without my consent and did a lousy job. This could ruin the house's exterior. You know what... I'm gonna sue you," I barked.

The manager, Gary, was aghast and trembled an apology before stammering, "But... but we thought it was your house."

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An upset man | Source: Pexels

I furrowed my brows and yelled, "Of course, it's MY HOUSE but I DIDN'T ask for any paint job."

I was seething at this point and asked for a copy of the work order. Sure enough, it was in the Davises' name. The manager was shocked when I told him what happened.

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"Mr. and Mrs. Davis claimed it was their house and declined the scraping service to save money... said they'd be out of town and wanted it done while they were gone," Gary explained.

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A furious mature woman | Source: Pexels

I could feel my blood boiling. "And you didn't think to verify any of this with the actual homeowner? You didn't think to check the address or the ownership records?"

Gary looked genuinely apologetic. "We usually do, but they were so convincing. They even showed us pictures of your house, claiming it was theirs. I'm really sorry, ma'am."

"And you didn't check with anyone around? You just sent your men to paint my damn house??" I snapped.

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An apologetic man covering his mouth | Source: Pexels

Gary looked flustered. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We had no reason to doubt them."

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "Well, now you know. And you're going to help me make this right. This is beyond unacceptable, and someone needs to be held accountable."

The manager's temples beaded with sweat. "Absolutely. We'll cooperate fully. We had no idea. This should never have happened."

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I nodded. "I want your workers to testify in court."

When I filed a lawsuit, the Davises had the nerve to counter-sue, claiming I should pay for the paint job. Unreal. Pathetic.

In court, the painting company's workers testified against them. My lawyer laid out how the Davises had damaged my house and committed fraud by impersonating me.

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A judge in court passing a verdict | Source: Freepik

The judge listened intently, then turned to the Davises. "You've stolen her identity and damaged her property. This is not just a civil issue but a criminal one."

The Davises looked like they'd swallowed lemons. They were found guilty of fraud and vandalism. They were sentenced to community service and ordered to repaint my house back to yellow, covering all the costs, including court fees.

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An upset man creasing his brows | Source: Pexels

Outside the courthouse, Mrs. Davis hissed, "I hope you're happy."

I smiled sweetly. "I will be when my house is YELLOW again!"

And that's the tale of how I took my revenge. Sometimes, standing your ground pays off. What do you all think?

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Here's another story: 73-year-old Margaret's downstairs neighbor mocked her and called the cops on her for 'stomping around' with her walking stick. Her daughter's fierce response not only taught the bully a lesson but also made Margaret tear up.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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