This year, despite the rain, we ended up having a grand total of 41 trick-or-treaters. Word appeared to spread that I had Twizzlers to give away, because several children and suspiciously older teens requested them before I even brought the bowl to them. One even said, “They told me you had Twizzlers. I want those instead.”
The first came around 5 PM, and the other 40 started coming at 7 PM. I ran out of candy and had to turn out the lights around 8 PM—before the next wave appeared at the end of the street. The final one was a teen (not in a costume--but the second to last, her friend, was) that was disappointed because she "thought it would be livelier around here, but it's dead!"