Everyone in our neighbourhood (grew up in a village) knew we didn't celebrate. Once in a while some of the neighbourhood boys would summon up the courage to knock on the door and ask my dad why we wouldn't give out candy. Usually my brothers would be sneaking around the yard in the dark watching out for vandals and hellions as we were a bit of a target. One year someone blew up a pumpkin in our backyard. My brother one year scared the hell out of someone who was attempting to vandalize our mailbox; he popped up from behind a bush 10 feet away from the mailbox and said, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" The kid must have sh*t!! LMAO
If Hallowe'en fell on a meeting night, the meeting was always moved so as not to attract vandals to "decorate" the cars in the parking lot or driveway.