Growing up

The doorbell rang just now, and the realisation that I haven't purchased a single treat for the all the kids scowling the streets had me feeling like a deer in front of a oncoming headlight.

I suppose at this age the responsibility of playing doormat host to all the trick-or-treater's doesn't come naturally.  All I was thinking was; where the party is at? or which one of my friends is dressed like a slut tonight?  Even preparing my sister's last year of trick or treating costume, never once did it occur to me that eventually, someone else's sister will be knocking on my door.  I feel very ill-prepared.
When the house went 'ding-dong,' I was frozen with fear...then instinctively found the nearest wall and hugged it trying to hide myself from little pubescent sugar coons fearing that they might use their Halloween only XRAY vision to detect me.

So now I've shut all the curtains, switched off all the lights, and reduced anything that may stir a noise to utter silence.  Hope, pray that nobody would egg my door.  Sister says kids are better now and don't egg houses, but I'm still taking precautions.