It certainly was an awful experience. We'd just arrived home in the evening {right before Christmas, thank goodness we hadn't done any shopping...} from a few days at Disneyland. {Funny, I had a moment driving along the freeway, looking out at beach by Camp Pendleton, 'We've been robbed'....}
Everyone was eager to be home and took off to their rooms. Dad and I of course took to the tasks of unloading, etc. When I went to my bedroom door, I found it locked. That was odd. I used a key and then I realized it was locked from the
inside. I started to knock on the kid doors quietly, telling them to get the heck out of the house
now. This alarmed them and the two boys did quickly but of course the teenage daughter was like 'What???' as I stood there with my back to my door feeling Psycho stabbings in my back. {I am dramatic, aren't I?} All the while I am calling the police...grabbed jackets and pooled the family outside. Luckily they weren't locked inside still but that was so scary!!
And, forever we were freaked about leaving the house and anyone being home alone. We figured they would come back....thank goodness they didn't.