Trick or Treat

It was fun being on the opposite side of the door yesterday, handing out candy in our own neighborhood.  Our pumpkin was glowing and the porch light was on, inviting the little dragons and princesses up for trick-or-treat.  A tiny 2-year-old-Elmo was the first to ring our doorbell, with mom close at hand. Big blue eyes stared up at me, and stood out from the bright red costume. We drank festive apple cider beer, and enjoyed the crisp night. We even got a scare from an unknown masked goblin (later found out to be Mitch, my 15 year old brother in law) who lured Johnny outside saying there was a person hiding around the back of our porch.  As Johnny went outside and looked over our porch behind our house, Mitch came towards me acting like he was going to come in the house and get me. I started to pull the storm door shut and Johnny turned around and pulled off the stranger's mask.  For a split second, I really thought this freaky person was going to try to get me, and invade our house.  It was a good laugh when the mask came off.