My Neighbor Repainted My Car Pink, but I Had No Proof – Karma Struck Her the Very Next Day

Then my garden hose disappeared.

I searched everywhere.

The garage.

Behind the shed.

Around the side of the house.

For a moment, I even wondered if I had loaned it to someone and forgotten.

A week later, the hose mysteriously reappeared beside the outdoor faucet.

Cut cleanly in half.

I stood there holding both pieces and staring at Denise’s house.

Her blinds were closed.

I wanted to march over and confront her.

But I didn’t.

Because that had become the pattern.

Something happened.

I suspected Denise.

And I had absolutely no proof.

She seemed to know that.

Whenever we passed each other outside, she would smile at me.

Not a friendly smile.

It was the kind of look that made me feel as though she knew exactly what I was thinking and enjoyed the fact that I couldn’t prove any of it.

I considered installing security cameras.

But I kept putting it off.