All week I’ve been hatching the best plots to avoid the trick or treaters, ranging from sitting in with the lights off and the curtains shut, to staying upstairs where I can’t be seen.
However, when it came to it, I heard a group of young children in the street, complete with an adult who I knew to be the lady from three doors down. I therefore decided that I would answer the door and give the children something as it’d be a good way of keeping in contact with the neighbours, very few of whom I know.
When they got level with my house, I distinctly heard the lady saying “No, don’t do the blind lady.” One of the children said they wanted to but the woman was having none of it.
I just felt so sad that I handled it all wrong. I should have gone out and spoken to the children and given them their treat. But instead, I cried. I’ve lived here for 18 months and still the neighbours are afraid to approach me. I wouldn’t mind, but I talk to those children regularly when I see them in the street and I wonder if they’ll be so keen to talk to me in the future.