Where have all the children gone?

It's as if the Pied Piper of Hamlyn came and spirited them away. For the 4th year in a row not one trick or treater has come to our door! We buy candy and Baby Nag carves a pumpkin, hoping to appeal to little hobgoblins but all for naught. I'm thinking that the street buzz goes something like this, "Whatever you do don't go to ** Johnson St. A crazy old Nag lives there and she'll put you in a cage and fatten you up and eat you for breakfast, leaving your tasty brains for last."