A woman walked into my house when I was 16

This is from 8 years ago now. I'm 24. <br><br>So it was about 6pm in the winter when I was 16. I was at home, staying by myself as my parents had left for work/collarboration. (I had 2 older siblings but they were at college at the time) I was watching a movie in my bedroom when I hear a noise in the living room. Like a creak, and it sounded like the front door was open. I thought it was weird because I knew it was closed and latched (We lived in a 4 bedroom ranch with the front door at about waist level, and the living room was a big room with two doors, one to the kitchen and one to the back patio. Also, the door is pretty heavy so it takes a lot to get it to open).<br><br>I wasn't really worried, because I had lived in this house my whole life, so I knew my parents would never walk in without calling or texting me to make sure I was okay with them coming home early. Plus, it was their first night of "collaboration" so I assumed it would be a late night. <br><br>I waited for a few minutes for one of my parents to walk in, but nobody did. I waited a few more minutes and then decided to check to see if they were home, I go into the living room and the door was open, but I didn't see anybody in there. I go into the kitchen, and there is nobody there. I go into my parents room, still nobody. <br><br>So I go back to the living room and I see a shadowy figure walking from the living room through the back door. I don't know what to do, I was terrified. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife and stood in the corner of the living room next to the stairs. I was watching the back door waiting for the person to come back in, and suddenly I heard a noise on the stairs, I turned to look and there was a woman standing on the stairs looking at me. I was about 20 steps from her, and I could see her clearly. <br><br>She looked like a drug addict, she was dirty, had long dirty blonde hair, a dirty pink shirt and pants. I held the knife in my hand and yelled "What are you doing in my house?" And she just stared at me and said nothing. I was shaking, I held the knife in front of me and tried to not cry. She slowly backed down the stairs and opened the front door and walked out, without saying another word. <br><br>I ran to my bedroom and locked myself in, called my mom. She came home and we called the cops. <br><br>Nobody ever came to my house again, and I'm now 24 and still living in that house. We have always been thankful that nothing else happened and that she left. <br><br>So, to the woman in the pink shirt and dirty hair, let's not meet again.