Most years I don't get many kids at my house. I think its because my staircase is too steep and long but I'd always get a few. This year, because of the panic, I left my treats in a big pot by the sidewalk with a sign that says, "Help yourself! Leave some for others, please." The pot is filled with snack size Hershey's, Kit-Kat, and Snickers bars. There is also a carton of juice boxes next to the pot. So far no kids. At least I tried.
I remember Halloween when I was a youth. Mobs of kids running the streets, bags full of candy, the odd act of minor vandalism. Good times...not that I would know from personal experience. We stayed at home...with the lights turned off...in dead silence. That way no one would come to our door. If someone did come and ring the bell, mom would shush us (like we weren't already being quiet) and wait for them to go away. It was kind of nerve racking. Sometimes we would even abandon our house for the night and flee to a friends house way out in the country where trick of treaters didn't bother coming. We did this and thought it was completely normal. Terrified of little kids in costumes. Good times.