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I was only eleven. I sat alone in my bedroom listening to the silence of the house. I was home alone, nobody else here, at least that's what I hoped. I was used to the usual cracks in the floor and wind blowing into the house, but then I heard the water turn on downstairs. Someone had turned on one of the sinks. How could this be I was the only person in the house. I cringed beside my bed as I imagined two strong mean dressed in black jump suits and ski masks lurking around the first floor. I quietly moved across the room to get a hold of the house phone. I began to dial 911 when suddenly I heard a voice call up. "Sweetie, I'm Home!" It was only my mother!