It's Halloween. This literally just happened.

I live with my mom. We decided against having trick or treaters this year since she's not home and I'd be doing it alone (I have PTSD and my former abuser knows where we live so we decided it'd be safer if I didn't answer the door not knowing who was on the other side). We live on a cul de sac so we usually only get a handful of kids, so we decided not to buy candy at all. We have a gated front yard. All the front lights are off. We have decorations out, but again. No lights on. Gate is closed.

Part of my Halloween tradition is to have my (also childfree) best friend come over and we play drinking games while watching horror movies. You can probably see where this is going.

We're in the middle of Saw 3. We're both moderately tipsy. The doorbell rings. We look at each other. Ignore it. Rings again. Ignore. Whoever's at the door starts pounding on it. Still ignoring. Then the voice.

"We see the light is on!" mombie yells. My friend and I look at each other incredulously. Is this bitch for real, I mouth at her, and she just shrugs. I grab my drink and answer the door.

There she is, a mombie in a matching tracksuit with her two fucklings. One's a minion and the other's literally just wearing a superman shirt. Not a costume. Like, a casual shirt. Then there's me, weird goth chick wearing a witchy outfit and some weird satanic looking makeup and symbols drawn on my face with a wine glass in my hand.

"Trick or treat," go the little goblins, and I stutter a little.

I tell them I don't have any candy. We had the lights off and purposely didn't answer the door because of this. I apologize for the misunderstanding and try to close the door.

Which is precisely when someone in the film starts screaming obscenities as they're dying. Horrifically. The TV screen is visible from the front door. Blood everywhere. Visible compound fractures.

Mombie is fucking horrified. She berates me about not having candy, about looking like a "freak" (ON FUCKING HALLOWEEN), disappointing her sneauflaykes, about exposing them to HORROR (also on HALLOWEEN), and being "drunk". The kids don't seem bothered by this in the slightest, honestly. The kid in the minion costume probably couldn't even see the TV because of its weird goggles.

I remind her that she had to yell at me to get me to even answer the door. BECAUSE I HAD NO PLANS TO. BECAUSE I HAVE NO CANDY. BECAUSE I, A 22 YEAR OLD, AND MY 22 YEAR OLD FRIEND, WANTED TO DO ADULT HALLOWEEN ACTIVITIES IN THE PRIVACY OF MY HOME. WHICH YOU INVADED DESPITE THERE BEING CLEAR SIGNS THAT THERE WAS NO CANDY TO BE HAD HERE.

I simply told her: Please take your spawn next door to the nice catholic family who surely give a fuck. Because I don't. And I closed the door.

I'm pretty sure I heard her fuming all the way down the block.

I probably shouldn't have sworn in front of her kids but listen. I was fucking annoyed. I am fucking annoyed. I don't think I overreacted but my social anxiety is hitting me now and I'm worrying that I did? I'm gonna need entitled shitty parents to stop ruining my favorite holiday. I wish Halloween could be about getting a genuine spook and having a good time instead of just catering to the "needs" of kids.

(edit: spelling/grammar errors aka stop drunk posting Marina)