There are a number of families in my apartment complex, so I naturally assumed there woudl be trick-or-treaters.
I was fairly excited about it; I boought a bunch of large candy bars to overflow my largest bowl, then I went out and bought a few more just to be safe. I bought a pumpkin, threw together a quick 'Death' costume, and even came up with a few macabre jokes to play on the kids ("Your fate involves eating too much candy"). Switched on the light, settled in, and waited.
Turns out I may have overestimated the number of children in my apartment complex.
No trick-or-treaters: not one. I was disappointed, even a little sad. I had been looking forward to handing out candy to the cute little ghoulies and ghosties and pop-culture beasties. Now I'm stuck with a large bowl of candy-bars that I have to finish myself.
At least I got some writing done. And my costume was pretty cool for all it's simplicity.
I'm sorry, that is disappointing. I can sympathise somewhat. I grew up in a house in the country, with a lot of space between houses. Children around here get in the car and go to someone else's neighborhood. I haven't had a soul knock on my door for candy on Halloween since I was thirteen. SAD FACE.
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