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

Pumpkins were smashed into mush across the walkway, orange pulp and seeds scattered everywhere like some kind of horrible crime scene.

Decorations were ripped to shreds, hanging limply from broken strings. The inflatable ghost that Ben loved so much lay deflated and torn. Even Jake’s fog machine was completely gone, stolen right from our porch.

The fence lights had been ripped out violently, wires dangling like snapped vines, and the “Welcome, Witches!” banner was torn in half.