I Found Out My Neighbors Secretly Used My Hot Tub for a Year – I Taught Them a Lesson They Won’t Forget

Tom and I bought our dream house a few years ago, complete with this beautiful backyard and the hot tub.

We were thrilled back then, imagining all the relaxing evenings we would spend soaking in the warm bubbles.

We knew our neighbors but weren’t particularly close. Jim and Lisa lived next door with their teenage children, Emma and Jake. They seemed nice enough, but we never really got to know them well.

Normally, Tom and I would use the hot tub a lot, especially on weekends. But this year, things were different.

I had started a new job that required a lot of travel, and Tom was working extra hours to cover for a coworker who was out on medical leave. It felt like we were always busy, and our hot tub had been neglected for months.

I missed those quiet moments of relaxation we used to have together.

I sighed, feeling a bit nostalgic. We really need to make time for ourselves again, I thought. The hot tub looked lonely, covered, and unused. It was a reminder of how our lives had changed.

I decided to call Tom. “Hey, honey,” I said when he answered, “I was thinking we need to start using the hot tub again. It’s been too long.”

Tom laughed softly. “I agree, Charlotte. Let’s plan for this weekend. We could both use some relaxation.”

I smiled, feeling a bit more hopeful. Maybe things could get back to how they used to be, even if just for a little while.

But before we could enjoy the hot tub again, our neighbor Lisa stopped by one afternoon.

“Charlotte, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“I hate to bring this up, but could you and Tom keep it down in the evenings on the weekends?” Lisa said, glancing at her feet. “There was loud music and shouting coming from your backyard last Sunday as well. Look, I’ve been quiet all this while, but it’s going to be a year now. The noise is really annoying.”

I stared at her, surprised. “But Lisa, Tom and I were out of town on Sunday. We weren’t even here. We’re out almost every weekend.”

Lisa looked puzzled. “Well, there was definitely a lot of noise coming from your place. I thought it was you guys. And it’s been so regular.”

So, we set up a hidden camera overlooking the hot tub area. Then, we went on a short trip, leaving the house empty to see if anything unusual happened.

When we returned, we eagerly checked the footage. As we watched, our eyes widened in shock.

“Who could this be?” I wondered aloud, feeling a mix of anger and confusion.

Tom shook his head. “We need to find out who’s doing this and why. This is our home, and we can’t have people trespassing and causing trouble.”

I nodded in agreement. Their faces weren’t visible in the footage at first. We could only see shadows and blurry figures moving around. But as they moved closer to the camera, their faces came into focus.

Seeing the footage of our neighbors, Jim, and his family, lounging in our hot tub made my blood boil. They were sipping drinks and laughing as if they owned the place. They even brought snacks and towels, making themselves at home.

Jim even made a funny face at the hidden camera.

“Can you believe this?” I asked Tom, fuming. “How could they feel so entitled to use our property without permission?”

Tom shook his head, equally upset. “This is unbelievable, Charlotte. We need to teach them a lesson.”

We decided to take immediate action.

Tom installed an automatic lock on the gate to keep them out. I had another idea.

I added a special, harmless dye to the hot tub water that would react with their skin, turning it a light greenish color after prolonged exposure. It wouldn’t cause any harm, but it would certainly make a point.

The next weekend, we pretended to leave again, but this time, we hid inside the house, watching the camera feed closely. As expected, Jim and his family soon made their way to our backyard, slipping into the hot tub with their usual nonchalance.

They seemed so comfortable, lounging and laughing as if they owned the place.

After about an hour, I noticed them looking at each other, their smiles fading. Their skin had turned a greenish tint. Panic set in as they realized something was wrong.

They hurried to the gate, but it automatically locked, trapping them inside. Their agitation grew, and they started shouting and banging on the gate.

“Open this darned thing!” Jim yelled.

Tom and I walked out, recording the entire scene. “What’s going on here?” I asked firmly.

I held up the camera, showing them the footage of their uninvited visits. “This dye is harmless, but it should make you think twice before trespassing again.”

They were speechless and realized we had caught them red-handed.

I eventually unlocked the gate. “We expect more respect from our neighbors, remember that!”

Jim and his family hurried out, still looking shocked. As they left, Tom turned to me. “I think they got the message,” he said.

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. “I hope so. We deserve to enjoy our home in peace.”

The response was overwhelming, and several neighbors shared similar stories. One neighbor mentioned Jim using their pool without permission. Another said he borrowed tools and never returned them. Someone even claimed he threw parties in their absence.

Just when I thought the drama was over, I received an anonymous tip through the neighborhood group.

Intrigued, I decided to dig deeper.

I spent hours researching and talking to other neighbors. The pieces of the puzzle started coming together. It turned out that Jim was running an underground “Airbnb” business. He was renting out his house and using our neighborhood’s amenities to attract guests.

The news spread quickly, and the neighborhood breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Shortly after the scandal broke, Jim and his family moved away. Tom and I finally got our hot tub back to ourselves, and we were able to relax without any worries.

The whole experience brought our neighborhood closer together. We all became more vigilant and supportive of each other, ensuring that nothing like this could happen again.

Tom nodded, holding my hand. “And we strengthened our community in the process. I couldn’t be prouder of us.”

It was a hard lesson in trust and vigilance, but it made us all stronger and more connected. And for that, I was truly grateful.

What would you have done?

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