Retired Teacher Grows Tired People Using His Pool Without Consent—So He Decides To Teach Them A Lesson, photo 5

At 2:00 AM, Arthur sat in his darkened kitchen, sipping tea. He heard it: the soft splash from over the fence, followed by hushed giggles and the “clink” of more beer bottles. He didn’t turn on the lights. He didn’t yell. He simply went to bed.

The next morning, the screaming started at 10:00 AM.

Arthur walked out to his patio to find Brent and Tiffany at his gate. They looked like they had stepped out of a low-budget sci-fi movie. Brent’s dark brown hair was now a mottled, sickly shade of neon-yellow with patches of white.

Tiffany, who had recently spent hundreds on a “platinum blonde” salon treatment, now had hair the color of a ripe, bruised orange, with a distinct greenish tint at the roots.

“You poisoned us!” Tiffany shrieked, clutching her matted, straw-like hair. “My hair is falling out! Our skin is itching! We’re calling the cops, you psycho!”