HALLOWE'EN...

You know when you were younger, there was always one house in the neighbourhood that everyone was scared of. The house held supernatural powers, and people always had horror stories to tell about the inhabitants.

How the mother was a witch who kidnapped children? How someone died in that house and the cats ate them?

Well... I think that family/house is us.

Our street was TEAMING with Trick or Treaters over the weekend. We never had any trick or treat calls in our old house, because it was out of the way and it was mostly pensioners who lived there. So I was super excited this year... I bought LOADS of sweeties and fruit, and had them stacked up in bowls near the front door.

We saw a bunch of young 'uns go up next door's path, knock on the door and get some goodies... and then they walked right past our house and went to the neighbour on the other side.

Huh?

So, I decided to make the house look a bit more welcoming, by putting the pumpkin lantern out on the porch, and turning on the porch light. And the same thing happened with the next group of kids.

Out of the thirty or so groups we saw, only ONE GROUP knocked on our door.

I was gutted.