My grandmother lived with us when I was young. She was always home when I got home. One day I got home and she wasn't there. Front door was unlocked. There was a note on the kitchen table that she had to take my baby brother to the ER and I was to go next door. First, I headed off to the restroom. While I was in there I heard the front door open. Then heavy footsteps. I knew it wasn't my grandmother because she had a cane. My dad didn't live with us.
I hid in the bathtub. I heard the footsteps walk past the bathroom and open doors, Then I heard the bathroom door open. Eventually I heard the front door open and close. I got out of the bathtub and ran out the back door and climbed the back fence to my neighbors house. I was freaking out.
She was freaking out too......she had sent her teenage son to get me and he couldn't find me. Even at 8 I couldn't figure out why he didn't call out for me.