There was this old lady on my Grandmother's street we called "the old hag" we probably, (no we definitely) terrorized her more than she did us. May have had something to do with the m-80's we set off in her mailbox and gutters, we were sweet little kids (devils) you know me (harmless)
Anyway, we were playing football in the street one day, one of our typical 5hr Sunday games and the ball gets kicked right up against her front door.
She opens the door and swoops up the ball and slams her door shut!
3 days later we found the ball in the street with knife cuts.
One day we covered the entire front of her house with clay bombs from a fresh load of dirt.
She called the police and I knew I was in trouble when I heard the sirens. I hid in my Grandma's back room but they came for me.
Winds up the "old hag" wasn't quite such a hag after all, my Grandma later told me she told the cops to put some scare into us, when I thought for surely we were gonna be put under the jailhouse.
Did have to clean the mud off her house though, made sure she got an extra m-80 in her gutter the following yr though for good measure, of course!