• I'm in my living room watching tv. I had just been to the pool so I went downstairs to change. But something scared me. I heard footsteps upstairs and then I heard typing. I was in the laundry room so (and yes I know its kinda gross) I hid in a pile of dirty clothes. I couldn't control my breathing and I still heard typing and footsteps. This is the end I thought. Slowly I got up and then I loudly stomped upstairs. It must of worked because when I got up there No one was there. I ran for the phone and flew out the door. Now hiding in my moms truck I dialed my moms number. She called a family friend and he looked around the house. After finding nothing and leaving I came back in the house now armed with a bb gun and sat down cautiously watching tv. Then he came out. A gun pointed straight at me. I reached for my gun, but it fell. I was weaponless. He told me to get up so I listened. He walked me out the door and led me around the house. He apparently was waiting for a ride. He took out a cellphone and started to call someone, but I saw my chance andknocked the gun out of his hand. I kicked in the shin and ran. I wanted to go to main street where there would be help. He didn't follow. The next day I was brought in for questioning and told the cops everything I knew.