My friend (let's call him Lacey) lived on a small mountain near my town. It's pretty small, but a lot of known shitheads live up there. One Halloween I was staying at his house. He had an ongoing vendetta against a girl that lived up the road from him called Melanie, because she had once told him she wanted him to fuck her on his pool table, but went back on her word. He never forgave her, and I, being the little idiot that I was, delighted in following his schemes. Anyway, it was Halloween. Melanie had two friends who also lived nearby called Martin and Lee (they were brothers and a few years older than us). Lacey knew they'd be out on the road that night. We crept up to Melanie's house, armed with baseball bats and water balloons, and along the way we avoided being seen by an approaching car by rolling under a hedge like in the movies. It was amazing. We arrived at her house and hid behind a hedge that was jutting out near the entrance to her driveway. After waiting for a while, we heard the three of them coming out. As they passed us, Lacey yelled "Happy Halloween!" and threw his balloons at them. I did too, but as I did I realised that he hadn't filled the balloons with water. Melanie started screaming, and we ran as fast as we could down the hill back to Lacey's house. As we ran, Lacey let out a roar - he had pulled his hamstring in football recently and it kept paining him. I started pissing myself at the surrealness of all of this. As I was laughing, I realised Lacey had disappeared. He had vaulted over a fence into a field beside his house. I ran back to the fence to follow him, but Martin and Lee were sprinting down the road. I shit myself, turned around, and ran for ages down the road, throwing myself in a ditch and lying there completely still for about ten minutes. After I had returned to Lacey's, we relaxed for a bit, before going back outside for round two. I should mention that Melanie's house was about half a mile up the road, so we were exhausted already. The three of them eventually came to Lacey's house for revenge. Lacey's younger brother Nick saw them coming up the road and went out to meet them. Meanwhile, Lacey and I snuck out the back and through the woods behind his house. We emerged in some foliage down the road a bit from where Nick was talking to them. I asked Lacey what we were doing, and he took a firework out of his pocket and handed it to me. Before I could say anything else, he had a lighter in his hand and set it alight. As I shouted "What the fuck?!", he grabbed it from me and threw it towards the crowd. I ran away before it exploded and left him to clean up the mess. I can't remember what even happened afterwards, out of pure shock. That was that.
The next morning, we called our other friend Fox. Lacey had decided the time was ripe for revenge of another kind. In the week previous, a man called Gerry Berry had stolen his pitbull. Lacey, Fox and I set out with bats, sticks and eggs (Lacey had planned to bring a homemade nail bomb but I dissuaded him). The Berrys all live at the top of the mountain, so we had to cut through a building site and some fields to get there without them suspecting. At the back of Gerry's house was a big hedge running along all of his kin's houses also. Behind that was a massive field, and that's how we made our approach. To avoid being seen by a wayward glance from a second storey window, we tried to army crawl through the field and along the hedge. Fox was the slowest, of course, and managed to squash some eggs which he had stupidly put in his front pockets. When we were in position, we unloaded everything over the hedge onto the back of the house. As the shouting began, we started running. It was too late that we realised the only escape route was across this massive flat field with absolutely no cover. That's when we heard the first gunshot. We were literally running for our lives while this guy was shooting at our backs. Luckily we all made it out and back down the mountain alive and unhurt, and nothing more happened.
Holy shit, that took longer than I thought.
The next morning, we called our other friend Fox. Lacey had decided the time was ripe for revenge of another kind. In the week previous, a man called Gerry Berry had stolen his pitbull. Lacey, Fox and I set out with bats, sticks and eggs (Lacey had planned to bring a homemade nail bomb but I dissuaded him). The Berrys all live at the top of the mountain, so we had to cut through a building site and some fields to get there without them suspecting. At the back of Gerry's house was a big hedge running along all of his kin's houses also. Behind that was a massive field, and that's how we made our approach. To avoid being seen by a wayward glance from a second storey window, we tried to army crawl through the field and along the hedge. Fox was the slowest, of course, and managed to squash some eggs which he had stupidly put in his front pockets. When we were in position, we unloaded everything over the hedge onto the back of the house. As the shouting began, we started running. It was too late that we realised the only escape route was across this massive flat field with absolutely no cover. That's when we heard the first gunshot. We were literally running for our lives while this guy was shooting at our backs. Luckily we all made it out and back down the mountain alive and unhurt, and nothing more happened.
Holy shit, that took longer than I thought.
you could also jump at them and scare them and they pull back against the bars super hard and you know it hurts...
