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I turned my dream backyard pool into reality, only to find my HOA board member neighbor lounging in it uninvited and calling the police when I refused her access. How would I uncover her shocking scheme that would ultimately leave her homeless? comment below where you’re watching from! "Get out of my pool right now!" The words burst out of my mouth before I could stop them. I just stood there, grocery bags still in my hands, watching a woman I barely knew splashing around in MY backyard pool with her kids.
Let me back up. My name is Mark Anderson, and I've lived in Sunshine Acres for eight years. This neighborhood seemed perfect when I first moved in – friendly neighbors, well-kept lawns, and a sense of community I loved. The only downside was dealing with our Homeowners Association rules, but I followed them to the letter.
For five long years, I saved every extra penny to build my dream backyard oasis. I worked overtime shifts at the hospital where I'm a nurse, skipped vacations, and even drove my old car two years past when I should have replaced it. When I finally had enough money, I made sure to submit perfect plans to the HOA. I included detailed diagrams showing the six-foot privacy fence, safety gate with childproof lock, and even the special non-slip concrete for the pool deck.
The construction took six weeks, and watching my backyard transform was the happiest I'd been in years. The pool wasn't huge – just a 12x24 rectangle with steps at the shallow end and a small waterfall feature that created the most relaxing sound. I splurged on color-changing LED lights that made the water glow different colors at night. The first evening after it was finished, I sat on my new deck chairs just staring at my creation, feeling proud.
That perfect feeling lasted exactly three days.
I had just finished a twelve-hour shift at the hospital and stopped to grab groceries on the way home. All I wanted was a quick swim and maybe a nap beside my pool. Instead, I walked through my side gate to find Patricia Wilson – the most feared HOA board member – lounging on MY pool chair reading a magazine while her twin 8-year-old boys splashed and screamed in MY pool.
I froze, keys dangling from my finger, completely shocked. Patricia was infamous in our neighborhood. She walked around with a little notebook documenting "violations" and sent out more fine notices than all other board members combined. Everyone called her "Petition Patricia" behind her back because she was always trying to create new rules.
"What are you doing in my backyard?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice calm.
Patricia looked up, pushing her designer sunglasses to the top of her head. She didn't even look surprised or embarrassed. "Oh, Mark! Your pool is absolutely perfect. Tommy and Timmy were just dying to try it out."
"But... how did you get in? The gate was locked," I stammered, noticing my padlock was missing.
She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, those contractor locks are so flimsy. Anyway, this is such a wonderful addition to our community! The boys have been so bored since the community center pool closed for renovations."
I set my groceries down, trying to process what was happening. "Patricia, this isn't a community pool. This is my private backyard that I paid for."
One of her sons screamed and splashed water right onto my grocery bag. I watched helplessly as water soaked through, probably ruining my bread.
"Don't be so uptight, Mark," Patricia said with a laugh that made my skin crawl. "We all pay the same HOA dues. The Taylors let everyone use their trampoline, and the Johnsons host neighborhood cookouts. It's called being a good neighbor."
"This is different," I said firmly. "I need you to leave now. This is trespassing."
Patricia's pleasant mask slipped for just a second, and I saw something cold in her eyes.
"Trespassing? Don't be ridiculous," she said, but she stood up and called to her boys. "Tommy! Timmy! Party pooper says we have to go."