We staged a scene straight out of a horror movie. Late one evening, while our neighbors were once again enjoying our jacuzzi, our friends and we donned costumes resembling vengeful spirits. Our makeup was impeccable, with ghostly pallor and eerie, glowing eyes. We waited until the neighbors were deeply engrossed in their jacuzzi session, the sound of their laughter echoing into the night.

The moment came when one of our friends turned on the special effects we had set up earlier in the day. Fog machines hidden in the bushes enveloped the yard in a thick mist, while hidden speakers began to emit ghostly wails and whispers. As the mist grew denser, we slowly emerged from the shadows, our figures barely visible but undeniably haunting.

The transformation was instantaneous. The jovial atmosphere turned to one of confusion and fear. The neighbors froze, their expressions shifting from joy to terror as they caught sight of our ghastly procession. We moved deliberately, our voices a chilling harmony that echoed through the yard. “This is sacred ground,” we intoned, “and it is not yours to claim.”