Question of the Month, and The Real Scary House

It's time for question of the month, hosted by Michael D'Agostino. The question is:  Are you an extravert or introvert?  I am an introvert. I think a lot of writers are. Although I enjoy being with people, and have no problem with public speaking or performing, I need time alone to recharge.  I am quite comfortable with my own thoughts, and I can go long periods of time without saying a word (sometimes much to the frustration of my family!). What are you? Introvert or extravert?

Now for the story:

A few days ago, I mentioned that my house was the scariest in the neighborhood. It turns out, I was wrong. There's another house with inhabitants way scarier than mine!

Last night, I went Trick or Treating with my kids and their friends. On the way back to our house, the kids decided they wanted to check out a residence on the main road that was set far back in the woods.

"I don't know about that," I said. "It looks a little off the beaten trail."

They didn't care. We trekked through the dark woods on the gravel path up to the front door and knocked. The door opened. I swear, the woman who answered looked just like a witch. And she wasn't even wearing a costume.

"Why, hello, dearies," she said. "We don't get many visitors here on Halloween."

I could see why. And "we"? There was another witch?

I looked over the tops of the kids' heads. There was another creature. It wasn't a witch. It was a man. And he looked just like a troll.

The woman continued. "We don't have candy. But we have cookies. Would you dearies like some cookies?"

I cringed.

The woman put some cookies in Ziploc bags and gave them to our clan.  She smiled sweetly, or at least as sweetly as a witch can smile, and said, "I hope you dearies are protected by an adult."

"They are," I said, stepping forward in my Cleopatra costume.

"Oh, good," she said. "You have to be careful!"

I smiled sweetly, or at least as sweetly as Cleopatra can smile, and said, "Of course!"

As soon as we were out of the woods, we breathed a sigh of relief.  "You will not eat those cookies!" I instructed.

They didn't!