We've rarely had any kids visit on my street even though there are residences with children. The one time I recall was 1990 and that was just a young brother and sister with their parents (from another neighborhood) close by in broad daylight. We were not prepared as my uncle and I were caring for my bedridden grandmother in the seriously advanced stages of dementia. (She constantly "howled" like an injured or trapped animal. Her suffering ended just 5 days later.) I felt embarrassed having nothing to offer, until I remembered we had a modest jar of hard peppermint "buttons". The only aspect that kept them from being stereotypical; "grandma candy" was that the mints were individually wrapped, so they were not stuck together into a nasty, single mass. I seized the jar and barreled through the front door screaming, "Wait! Wait!!!" like some sort of lunatic as the family was advancing to my next door neighbor's house. I reached for copious handfuls to place into their bags which I suspect they chucked when they returned home.
Since then, just to avoid a repeat of a random trick'r'treater separated by years, I just made sure no lights could be seen from the light, going so far as to close any doors and might allow light to reach the front windows.
We would not have gotten any visitors Thursday as a cool front rolled into the area, bringing torrential showers. About the only thing missing was the flashing of lightning and the resulting cracks of thunder, making the proverbial "dark and stormy" night. Actually, around here it's kinda' weird to have rain without the "light show". so, in a way, the lack of it made the evening creepier.