All I did was buy a garden gnome… ONE LITTLE GNOME! My neighbor lost his mind over it. He stormed over, shouting that gnomes bring bad luck and demanded I take it down. But it’s my yard and I wasn’t backing down. That’s when things got ugly. He started making noise at all hours, leaving his trash near my fence, and glaring at me every time I stepped outside. Then one morning, I walked into my yard… and I BARELY RECOGNIZED IT! I swear, it was like he was casting spells or something! That was the last straw. If he wanted a war, fine. I went straight to the store and bought TEN MORE GNOMES. Lined them up proudly on my porch like an army. And I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. I thought I’d won. But then… he did something I NEVER EXPECTED. Something so petty, so outrageous, it stopped me cold. And all I can think is—how dare he?

And all I can think is—how dare he?

That night, I heard strange noises.
Scraping. Clinking. A soft thud.

I peeked out the window around 2 a.m.—
And there he was. In my yard.

Wearing all black, hunched over, moving fast.
At first, I thought he was stealing the gnomes.

But no…
He was REPLACING them.

When I stepped outside the next morning, I froze.
Every single one of my gnomes had been swapped out… with identical ones.
Same hats. Same size. Same colors.

But every single face—flipped into a frown.
He had custom gnomes made just to mock me!

One held a tiny sign that said, “Retreat while you can.”
Another had a fake tear painted down its cheek.