I Got a $500 Fine after My Neighbor Blamed Her Toddler’s Hallway Doodles on My Son – I Did Not Let It Slide

When Caitlin’s neighbor, Stacy, takes it for granted that she’ll watch over her child when Stacy is busy, Caitlin allows it to give the boy some stability. But when Caitlin isn’t around and the little boy draws along the hallway walls, Caitlin is left with a $500 fine. Determined to teach Stacy a lesson, Caitlin gets her revenge.

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Stacy, my neighbor from across the hall, had this habit of letting her little boy run wild in the hallway.

An apartment hallway | Source: Midjourney

An apartment hallway | Source: Midjourney

“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d tell me. “And anyway, it’s our version of playing outside.”

And she would close the door on Nate. Usually, I would hear giggling on the other side, making it known that Stacy had company.

A little boy standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

A little boy standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

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“I just need some alone time,” she said to me one day when we were downstairs in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman who has needs. I’m sure you understand. You’re a single mother, too.”

I did understand. But I would never let my little boy wander around the hallways unattended. As much as we all vaguely knew each other, there was still that element of unsafety.

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A frowning young woman | Source: Midjourney

My son, Jackson, was a little older than Nate, but we felt bad watching him wander around by himself. He would always be walking around aimlessly, clutching a worn-out teddy bear.

“Mom,” Jackson said when he was playing with his train set. “Let’s just invite him to play.”

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I was glad my son had suggested it because I was thinking the same thing. I just wanted to keep Jackson safe, and watching Nate run around made me feel uneasy.

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A toy train set | Source: Midjourney

So, we started inviting him over, sharing snacks and toys, with the boys watching movies or cartoons. It wasn’t much, but it seemed to make Nate smile.

“I don’t think his mom plays with him,” Jackson told me when he came to get a glass of juice. “He said he likes to play with someone.”

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A bowl of chips | Source: Midjourney

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And do you know what the best part was? Stacy barely seemed to notice or care. Once she realized that her son was safe in my home, she just let herself have more fun. And soon, the hours of her fun began to get longer.

At the end of it, she would waltz over and knock on the door.

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A woman’s hand on a door | Source: Midjourney

“I’m here for my son,” she would say. “We’re ready for bath time and bedtime.”

And as time went by, Nate had gotten so used to the routine that he would simply knock on the door when his mother let him out.

“Hello,” he’d say, clutching the teddy bear. “I’m here to play.”

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A worn teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

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But one day, I took Jackson over to my parents’ house because it was my mother’s birthday.

“I hope Nate’s going to be okay,” Jackson said in the car as we drove away.

“Oh, honey,” I said from the front seat.

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A woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

“Me too, but that’s why his mom is around. She has to keep him safe, too.”

My son nodded in the rearview mirror.

When we came home that evening, we found the hallway walls covered in marker drawings. It was a mess of stick figures, squiggly lines, and what looked like an attempt at a sun.

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A child drawing on a wall | Source: Midjourney

A child drawing on a wall | Source: Midjourney

“Nate sure had fun,” I said, looking for the apartment key in my bag.

“Isn’t he going to get into trouble?” Jackson asked, looking nervously at the drawing.

“Well, I guess so,” I replied, letting us into the house.

“But his mom should clean it up before anyone else sees it.”

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A person holding a key | Source: Midjourney

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Of course, I was wrong.

Weeks went by, and Stacy didn’t lift a finger to clean up the mess. I figured that the building management would eventually catch on and ask maintenance to cover it, or make her pay for the damage.

“Should we clean it?” Jackson asked, looking under the sink at our detergents.

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Different detergents | Source: Midjourney

“No, honey,” I said. “I love that you want to, but it’s for Nate and his mom to sort out.”

But now, imagine my shock when I got slapped with a $500 fine taped to my front door!

“What the actual hell is this?” I muttered to myself.

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The letter from the management claimed that my son was responsible for the vandalism.

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A white envelope | Source: Midjourney

“Vandalism? But it’s just a child drawing from his imagination!” I exclaimed.

After all we did to help Stacy and her child, this was how she repaid us? I was furious.

I knocked on Stacy’s door, hoping to settle things fairly. Look, it was possible that maintenance or management thought it was Jackson. It would have just been a simple misunderstanding.

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An annoyed woman | Source: Midjourney

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But Stacy’s response made my jaw drop.

“Well, Caitlin, you were supposed to look after him while he was in the hallway. Isn’t that what you’ve been doing? You’ve taken it upon yourself. So, it’s your fault that the walls are ruined now.”

The actual audacity of this woman astounded me.

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A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“You just wanted me to take care of your kid because you were too busy for him,” I said tactlessly, walking away.

But I wasn’t about to let this slide. I had been nice, but enough was enough.

So, I came up with a sneaky plan.

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A little boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

I washed the hallway walls in the middle of the night, making sure that I was quiet.

And then the next day, when Jackson and I had were home from school, Stacy opened her door. She looked at the clean walls and smirked at me before letting Nate out of the house.

“What’s in your backpack?” Jackson asked him, moving aside so that Nate could enter.

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A yellow backpack | Source: Midjourney

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“Toys and markers and paper and crayons,” he said, counting them off his fingers.

After some snacks and games, I casually suggested that Nate go outside and have some fun.

“Go be an artist, darling! Go draw on the walls like you did before!”

A box of crayons and markers | Source: Midjourney

A box of crayons and markers | Source: Midjourney

His eyes beamed. I felt bad that I was setting him up, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t about Nate. It was about teaching his mother a lesson.

“Mom, really?” Jackson asked, amused.

“Yes, I have to show Stacy how to be a mom. Now, you stay inside and do your homework. When we’re done, the three of us can make some pizza and watch a movie. Deal?”

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A boy doing his homework | Source: Midjourney

“Deal!” he said, running off to the dining table to do his homework.

Sure enough, while I was talking to Jackson, Nate had gone to town on the hallway again, and I made sure to capture it all on video, with clear shots of the markers and the little artist in action.

When he was done, I put my phone away and called him in for pizza.

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Pizza in an oven | Source: Midjourney

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The next day, I casually dropped the video into a conversation with the building manager, feigning shock and disappointment at the ongoing mess.

“Can you believe it, Thomas?” I asked, showing him the footage on my phone. “I thought the first time was bad, but this… This is extreme.”

The manager’s face turned crimson as he watched.

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An angry man | Source: Midjourney

“This is unacceptable,” he muttered. “I’ll handle it. And when I’m done, I’ll need to sort out cameras in every hallway.”

Later that afternoon, the management confronted Stacy with the evidence. She couldn’t deny it. The fine was transferred to her, and she received a stern warning about supervising her kid.

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But I didn’t stop there. I wanted to be petty.

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A CCTV camera | Source: Midjourney

When I was in the laundry room, I spread the word among our neighbors, who were just as tired of Stacy’s antics.

In the hallway, I overheard a conversation between two neighbors.

“Did you hear about Stacy? She tried to blame her kid’s mess on someone else. Unbelievable.”

“I know, right! Some people just have absolutely no shame.”

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A laundry room | Source: Midjourney

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Hearing their disdain was a small but satisfying victory. And Stacy’s reputation was tarnished. Everyone knew that she abandoned her son when she wanted alone time. But since then, I started noticing her keeping a closer eye on her son, who no longer roamed the halls unsupervised.

One day, as I was heading back with groceries, I ran into Stacy in the hallway. She looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes and a frazzled expression. Her son clung to her leg, looking equally worn out.

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A person holding a grocery bag | Source: Midjourney

She mumbled a half-hearted apology.

“I didn’t realize… I mean, I shouldn’t have…”

I cut her off, uninterested.

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“Just keep an eye on Nate. He’s a wonderful little boy,” I said.

She nodded, smiling slightly.

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A smiling little boy | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

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I Came Home from a Trip to Find Our House Being Destroyed by My Husband and Kids — It Was the Last Straw

As Jo returns from a business trip, she walks into a messy and chaotic house. Her husband, Brandon, greets her with a comment that gives her no choice but to run to her parents’ house for refuge. When she returns, things seem to be better. But will Brandon learn his lesson and play his part in their marriage?

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I walked through the door, the clack of my suitcase wheels echoing off the hallway walls, and I was absolutely stunned.

It looked like a tornado had swept through our living room.

Toys were strewn across the floor, dishes piled up in the sink, and what? A blackened banana on the couch?

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A blackened banana on a couch | Source: Midjourney

My heart sank. This was the last thing I needed after a grueling week of meetings across the state.

I just wanted to come back home to my husband, children, and my own bed. To come back to a clean home.

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A clean living room | Source: Pexels

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When I left for my trip, I had left explicit instructions for my husband, Brandon.

I had even prepped meals to last the week, sorting out lunches and dinners. I wanted to make everything as easy as possible for my husband.

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Containers of food | Source: Unsplash

All Brandon had to do was sort out the kids’ cereal in the morning and get them dressed, which would be easy enough because I had sorted the kids’ outfits by day. The laundry had been done before I left, too.

Everything was set for my husband to take over seamlessly.

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Milk being poured into cereal | Source: Unsplash

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And yet, as I walked into my home, craving the comfort of the house I had left for a week, I was only met by disappointment.

Walking into the kitchen was even worse. The sink was piled with used mugs, and the fridge was nearly empty, save for bottles of sauce and a pack of beer.

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Used mugs | Source: Unsplash

How had everything unraveled so quickly?

Read the full story here.

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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