And the brother responded: "You're not the only one on the street that's said that. You can't give us anything?"
The nerve. I apologised again, a little tersely and they left. As I shut the door I was fairly certain I heard a grumble.
The third group (a pair) was as bad as the first, a little older than the second (it was getting late at this point and I would expect most young kids are already home) - I'd put them at the 12-14 year-old mark - were in, and I kid you not, sheets with holes cut out out for eyes.
They were floral sheets.
Yes, my house was haunted by floral ghosts.
"Trick or treat!" They called out, proffering their little paper bags expectantly.
"Um... Well, how about a trick?" Says me.
Ghost 1: "..."
Ghost 2: "..."
Me: "Well, trick me?"
Ghost 1: "Um, we don't have any tricks..."
Ghost 2: "You're supposed to give us lollies."
Me: "Well see, there's the thing, I don't have any lollies to give you, so I thought you might have more fun playing a trick on me or something?"
Ghost 1: "We want lollies."
Me: "Ain't got none, sorry. Now if you have no tricks for me, I'll be shutting my door about now."
Ghost 2: (as they are leaving) "Bitch. She's so fat, I bet her fridge is full of chocolate and Mars Bars and shit."
Ghost 1: "Yeah..."
This coming from two little poofter ghosts. I. dun. think. so. The door got slammed.
The last group was the most fun. I am not kidding, at about 9.45pm as I am giving up for the night, there's a knockity-knock at the door.
No really, they knockity-knocked.
Anyway, I open the door, really tired and really not impressed that kids are out this late and knocking on my door. I called myself every kind of idiot for not doing what SK said and put a sign up on the door for any future T&Ts that said we didn't have any lollies and not to bother.