That sign on my door is more appropriate than you realize. One time, not long ago, my lovely partner, Rayvin the Priestess of Elysian Sanctum - Sudbury's First Pagan Temple, kindly allowed two JWs to step over the threshold into our foyer. Rayvin is a witch, you see. She has psychic abilities that baffle even the most skeptical of people, and she makes a fairly good living at her craft.
That particular day, these two unsuspecting men, standing before her, began to preach the Word of Jehovah to her. Rayvin politely listened for a while, until she felt a little funny inside. She noticed a subtle shift in the energy field of one of the men. It had dawned on this poor fellow that he had inadvertently wandered into the house of the village's most powerful of witches. He asked her, "By the looks of things, am I correct in assuming that you are a Witch? What do all those pentagrams on your walls mean?" "Yes, I am a witch, and these pentagrams represent a number of things. Would you be interested in coming in? I could teach you about Witchcraft!"
At that point, the second man turned white. "Are you okay?" Rayvin asked. The man passed out and hit the floor. The first man panicked and didn't know what do do. "Should I leave him on the floor in the home of a witch and get the hell out of here?" Rayvin calmly went to the water cooler and got a glass of water for the man who had returned to consciousness. He was sitting on the floor now. She asked him if he was hungry. "I have some soup brewing in the cauldron. Would you like to stay for lunch before you carry on with your tour of preaching in my village? It'll give you back your legs."
The man shakily stood up. "No. No, thank you. I think we'll just call it a day."
Rayvin smiled at the two JW men. "Be careful going down the stairs."