I think every neighborhood has one weird family whom the neighborhood children call a witch. It's sad to think that neighbors do that to one another. When I was a child, there was a house that was overgrown with pine trees. We used to ring the doorbell and runaway in fear the witch would catch us.
One day, she opened the door with cookies on a plate. She invited us in for milk and cookies. The worst thing was we no longer had a witch in our neighborhood.