Not a single damn kid showed up at my door step.
It was just me, my plate of candy, my guitar+amp+fog machine. And that was all. Some kids acknowledged the noise I was making...but never bothered to step one foot to up the flight of stairs to my doorstep.
And I was like that for a good 2 hours. Instead I just left a plate of candy and a scary note, which state what happens if you take moar then 1.